Yeah, that’s the one. It makes him think of raised flesh and purple bruises in the most delicious of ways.

Gently enough to avoid deterring her, but with the confidence of his want, Sweeney slides his fingers into her hair to cradle the back of her head where it meets her neck. The touch is firm enough to show support without forcing her down harder or to linger anywhere she doesn’t want to. He just wants to be there with her, feeling her savoring him.