She'd pulled away just enough to see his eyes flash red at her and that only inflamed her own need higher. At this point, she was strung tighter than wool on a spindle and about ready to snap in half from the barely held in desire. His magic, his lips and teeth on her skin just added to it. "Aye," she managed in a hoarse voice, and then lapsed into Irish. The wind picked up around them in response to her words, blowing this side of a sudden summer storm. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, her hand tightened in his hair as her hips moved as if seeking him out.