From Protector of the Grey House:
“Tell me another, weaver of tales.” He growled into her neck, to chill her jugular. She shivered in anticipation, and desired his bite. She cried out in frustration when he pulled away and sat back down on the seat. She glowered at him as she propped herself up on her arms.
“Which is it, Vincent? You act as if you’re going to ravish me despite my predilections against it at this time. Then warn me against enticing you.”
He gave her a hyena smile from his seat. She shivered: prey caught in a predator’s lair. “I plan on worshipping you, love, but I still would prefer waiting until we were in our bedroom, as there is more space.”
She glared at him. “You’re toying with me.”
“Perhaps.” He held his hand out to her and helped her up. She gave him an angry look as she sat next to him and crossed her arms. She had never seen him in such a mood. Generally, he was more predictable, and only changed his mind once per night. Currently his mood and mind seemed to be changing within seconds.