She again craned her neck but this time to face him. Looking in his eyes she saw more gold than green, the moon on the horizon, but it did nothing to deter her. This man was hers, every aspect of him, and every bone in her body wanted to be claimed by him. One hand stayed tracing those lazy patterns across her skin while the other roughly grabbed her face and brought her lips to his. The kiss was bruising, and desperate, and she matched his sense of urgency. She didn't want a gentle Remus, she wanted this man hovering over the edge.