Her laughter, subdued as it is, fills his head, the touch at his neck turning into the beating of wings that leave his skin tingling.

The touch reappears at his ankles, skimming up his calves, accompanied by that same warm breath, this time along the inside of his thigh.

I have other ways to motivate you, she says, and the illusion is so strong, he can feel the words feathering against his skin.