" No biting, babe,” he cautioned, his cock jerking hard in his fist at the thought. Her gaze jumped back to his cock. A slow smile curved her mouth and lit the green of her eyes. “A little fear can add to the excitement of what we’re doing here.” She quoted him nearly word for word—threw his words back in his face and left him wondering if she intended to bite him. “You bite me and there’s going to be all sorts of trouble. I love your ass. I really do. That sweet curve would look good with my handprints on it, all warmed up and nerve endings screaming for more. You’d be so wet for me, baby. Let me up. Let me make you feel good.” “If that’s supposed to be a deterrent, or a punishment, I have to tell you, Trap, it doesn’t sound like one.” She said it with a small smile on her face, once again leaving him wondering if she intended to bite him. Yeah. Okay. That made him hotter "
― Christine Feehan , Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)