His smile grew at her soft command, but his hands never moved as she found an invisible boost to lift her off her feet, legs wrapping securely around his waist. The sight of her smile, that private and happy little upturn...just like the one he'd seen yesterday...

You'll have power enough to finish him. You just need time.

The thought did wonders for his patience, easing the momentary disquiet as he pressed his face to her neck and breathed her in, the sweet scent of damp skin, perfume, and that underlying touch of something other that was both death and purely Selene.

Turning, he pressed her back gently against the tile wall and nipped at the soft skin of her throat, trailing down to her collarbone as one hand slid down the side of her face and over her shoulder before palming her breast, gently kneading the soft flesh as he pinned her there with hips and body.