"Oh." Grace gasps, swallowing hard to try and even out her voice, cracking at the way he sounds and the sharp tug of his teeth. It sends a current of need through her, and she leans into him, kissing him again before she can answer. "Well, we'll get there eventually," she says, trying to keep moving even as she strokes him, slow and as careful as it's possible to be when her heart is hammering like this. She doesn't care where they wind up right now, as long as she's got him like this, undeniably hers.