Her fingers loosened their grip, going weak in the wake of her pleasure. A little grin flickered to life when she realized he was leaving little bruises along her hip. His shirt brushed over her skin as he climbed higher and even that felt exciting.

Nina's breath caught when Geralt's mouth covered the delicate column of her throat. Her fingers tightened in his hair, a brief warning to be gentle. But he was. He bit her, but it was more tantalizing than anything else, and she blushed to think about explaining the mark to Inej.

Maybe she would just let her wonder.

As soon as he released her, she tugged Geralt's head a little higher and kissed him as she framed his clothed hips with her thighs.