Wilke knew he was close to dying when she started her little noises, then he was close to positive he'd died when her hand found it's way inside her jeans. God. God. "God," he said against her throat. His body reacted immediately to her touch, surging and hardening tighter inside her grip; and the need to touch her, to feel her, too, was growing just as fast.

With as much dexterity as he could manage with almost no blood left in his brain, he made quick work of her shirt, her bra, then dipped low to take one tip deep into his mouth.