"Peter." She sang the name in her low voice, as though she were trying the sound of it.
"You kissed me, Peter. Tell me. How do I look, asleep?"
Peter closed his eyes.
"You are beautiful."
"Even you can see that," she flashed.
Peter felt she was profaning her loveliness. He kept his eyes painfully closed. She looked at him, partly in anger, partly in contempt.
"Good boy. So very good," she murmured.
As he opened his eyes, she dropped lightly towards him. In a flash she had taken his neck between her hands, and he felt her lips and teeth upon the muscles of his neck, where her eyes had rested when first he had read them.
Then she nestled there with a little purr.
Peter broke roughly away, and she laughed.