He's kissing her again and again and his hands are moving... And while she'd never wanted to learn what it felt like to walk through fire, the heat rushing through her couldn't be far off.

God, he was still rolling her with his magic - her mind flashing back to the time in the back of the car while Caleb had been driving. Rosier had rolled her then, but it felt nothing like this. She felt like putty under him and he'd literally only kissed her and touched her a little. When this was all over, she'd feel more than a little stupid for how quickly she'd laid herself out like a five-course meal for him. Later. She'd be mad later.

Once her hands are free, she tangles them in that stupidly deceptive soft hair she'd grown to adore - her back arching off the grass into the hands dancing over her skin. Her breath catches, eyes fluttering open for a moment to look at him.

Nothing to be afraid of except the big, bad Incubus Prince on top of her. Yeah, harmless. If she survived this without somehow ending up in a fucking harem, she'd have some choice words for the Silver Circle's idea of wards. "Nyyyye--" The two letter word gets stuck on her tongue as it turns into the weirdest yes she's ever uttered. Like if the word decided to go off on a weekend bender and forgot it was supposed to sound like english.

"Fffuck." Eloquence, thy name is Cassie Palmer.