Oh, like that. He pushes up under me, and I put a hand on his shoulder to hold him down, quite gently. His blood still tastes like fire, somewhere down inside. "Oh," I agree breathlessly, and lick up his neck where it's running down, worry at the place where neck and shoulder join. The beauty of pale skin's becoming the stranger beauty of exposed flesh.

"I want all of you," I say without thinking. It's a stupid thing to say.