Jim felt a dizzying rush as they ran out of the tavern and down the street, hand tight on hers as he kept the noise to a minimum as to not draw too much attention to them. Luckily no one had followed them out of the bar, and as they made it to the inn and up to their bedroom, he finally eased a little, though energy still flowed rapidly through his blood.

Sitting on a chair, he closed his eyes for a brief moment as she wiped the cut clean. Eyelids opened again when she spoke, his hands moving up her legs, grabbing her ass and squeezing tight as he pulled her closer.

"No, he mustn't be," he said in a low tone, practically a purr, eyes darkening as his pupils grew wider.