[Poggio]

He tried desperately to keep his composure, but the culmination of swift movements with the pleasure from the bite made him throw his head back. He bit down on his lip trying to keep the little quivers from being to apparent to the other dancers. His heart was pounding as fast and hard as the music that surrounded them. He pulled on the russet curls forcing Ambrosia away from his wrist and on to his lips.