Amon's arms reached like snakes, coiling and twisting, enveloping the girl beside him. He pulled her closer to him, letting her feel how deep his breath was, his heart thudding through his chest to her backbone.
She squirmed, burying herself in his body. She sighed in time with him, her expiration, her heartbeat, her bloodstream in line with his. She squeaked when he flipped her onto her back, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone, tasting the salt dried on her skin.
Amon grinned slightly when Kate's hands on his skin made his blood rush like no one else's.