She felt like Dark Magic – seductive and so fathomless that he could lose himself with one tiny misstep. He might have been on top, but Granger never gave him an inch. She thrashed and grabbed and returned every bite or bruise to his pale skin. Sweat dripped off of them both despite the cool night, the primal coupling after the chase saturating their systems with adrenaline. They were half-feral with need, both of them, and they took from each other with abandon, knowing that the other was taking in turn.