"For as long as you'll let me," I agree, keeping any sadness out of my voice.

What he says about biting him makes me growl softly without meaning to. "I want to." I look at the length of his throat. I remember this body of his better than the others, I think, except maybe Danika, who I saw after I died. I laugh: "You had a riding crop once. I remember." His blood. All of me's yearning towards him, not just my penis.