He bit down hard on her hand, teeth sinking into those long, slender fingers, and she felt the sharp sting right away. Instead of pulling back, she threw her head back with a loud “Ouch! That’s biting hard!”, but it quickly melted into a bright, throaty laugh, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses. Her fingers press against his face, nails digging lightly into his beard as her body leans in closer, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. There’s something raw and addictive in that mix of pain and pleasure, the way she laughs even while feeling the bite.