Annah suddenly leaned in, and she bit me sharply on the neck, giving a soft hiss. Rather than pulling back, she pressed closely into me and whispered into my ear.
“D'yeh fancy yer chances?” Her tail began to lash slowly back and forth, but the rhythm was more hypnotic than angry. I could feel Annah’s heart beating fast in her chest, and the color rising into her cheeks. I suddenly became conscious of the fact that Annah’s skin was smooth, soft. “I want tae tell yeh something, an’ yeh can’t poke fun at me.”
“All right…” I replied.
“Do yeh know I like the way yeh smell? Oh, aye — it drives me barmier than a Chaosman, it does.” She sniffed up the side of my cheek, and she gave a low, eager hiss. “I see the way yeh look at me, and I like it. Yeh've got hungry eyes, yeh do. It makes me a-fire.”
“I want tae bite yeh, soft-like around the neck…” She teased the side of my neck with her teeth, never breaking skin, and with every whisper, I could feel her breath along my ear. Her hand slid up around the back of my neck, and tightened, and I could feel her nails digging into my skin. “I want ta drag me nails along the back of yer neck, and force yeh to kiss me.”