Anita opens up to him immediately, sliding her tongue carefully between Asher's fangs. She moans, wondering if she's remotely going to survive tonight. It's intense, even just the kissing, and already her body wants more. God, does it want more.

Her clothes are far too constricting now, and her hands dislike pressing to Asher's chest and finding cloth preventing flesh-to-flesh contact. There's a needy whimper from her as Asher's kiss just pushes her deeper into the lust, and Anita thinks she'll drown in it.

And, funny, this time, she doesn't care if she does.