A breathless whimper catches in her throat, and she sinks into him, letting him feel the heat and hunger he raises in her. She's thrumming with energy, feeling like a bow being drawn across the horizon, and she wonders just what this will feel like after he takes the Voice of Barsoom.

He has to know how she feels already, doesn't he? Has she held too much of herself back? Is he blind to what he does to her?

She deepens the kiss, needing to make it clear before he drinks and she lays her heart on the table between them.