[A low rumbling chuckle rises from Erik, and he drags his tongue aside to taste the way Chris's flesh prickles and rises.]

I'd love nothing more. A real challenge makes victory taste much... [Lick.] sweeter... [kiss.]

[The hard muscle beneath Chris's wandering hand clenches tight, and Erik's eyes spark with delight at the daring. Lord Sonom is no wilting flower and that's just how Erik likes it.]

I wonder how long I could make it last. Maybe I'd keep going, even after I break you. Make you beg me over and over.

[His mouth closes over the new spot he's chosen, not puncturing it with fangs, but sucking hard intending to leave a different kind of mark, one that will linger and turn shades. One he won't have to heal up when he's done. He likes the idea of Chris walking out of here wearing his handiwork for all to see. One more piece of art in this gallery]