"That was the sound of a sneer." "Was it?" Amused, aroused, he distracted her with a nibble on her bottom lip. "I can never tell the difference. And what sound is this?" "What sound?" He drove himself into her, one powerful and deep thrust that ripped a shocked cry from her throat. "That one." He lowered his head, tasting the heat that rose to her flesh even as her hips arched to meet him. "And that one." She struggled to get her breath back. "Tolerance," she managed. "Oh, well, if that's the best we can do." He started to move back. She reared up, wrapped around him. "I need to practice my tolerance." She skimmed the hair away from his face with her fingers, then fisted her hands. Her lips curved, met his."