He followed up his assurances with playful nips to her sensitive neck. The flick of his tongue on her flesh pulled a throaty moan out of her mouth against her will and best judgment. They were playing with fire. Every time they met over the previous four years since he made his very public declaration that he wanted nothing to do with the regime or his master any longer, they'd been in danger. If she was found to be aiding him in any way, she'd be on the execution block right after him. Not even Antonin would be able to use his influence to save her from that fate. Rodolphus was too hated and wanted by the Dark Lord.