Krem grinned against her skin, and he did keep talking, but he went into his thick dialect of Tevene, all rolling vowels and sharp consonants, the long, smooth whisper of his words across her as he told her exactly what he would do with her given a second chance in a language he was fairly certain she had no way of understanding.

Every once in a while, the occasional bit of English would slip in. Choice phrases and words--her name, admiration for her beauty, for her warmth, for her body. He let himself be reckless and gave her ass a quick, light slap as he pinched her nipple hard.