Hideaway Strath Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

Not only did he give her that smirk she both hated and loved, but he didn't accept her deference. Instead, he locked his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was pinned beneath him. It wasn't a position she minded, actually, especially as he began to nibble his way down her chest. 

But then he found her ticklish spot and she began to wriggle beneath him, breathy giggles erupting from her. No, not there, she said between laughing. She couldn't help but kick at him, the feeling of his teeth tickling the sensitive skin of her stomach too much for her to handle. Ky, she almost whined. Please, she begged. She was completely at his mercy for the second time.