"I'm glad," he replies breathily, kissing her again. Those lips...you could fall forever into the feel of them. "Yes...I definitely think I can still love you like this..."

If there is a spark of sadistic glee in her eyes, he misses it in the heat of the moment. He begins to strip her of her dress, carefully. Annette would probably prefer to just rip it to shreds, and if she grows impatient she just might - but then she has a cover to maintain. His hands travel up the expanse of her body, and he breaths in. Is he caressing her skin, or is it caressing him?

"I'll bring you back, Analise Hunt." He thought of bringing back Anna too, but Analise had never liked him to say Anna's name aloud. "I will..."

He kissed along her skin, drawing his tongue across it where he took a mind to. Much as John had discovered, he found she even tasted divine. But he paused as he kissed closer to her center. She'd had no underwear when he'd brought her here. Indeed, Analise's dress had covered her nudity after whatever Phil and Cait and that other guy had been doing to her.

"Are you..." still on the witchy birth control, he wanted to finish. But instead, he amended to, "Should I use a condom?"