"I wish you never had to get off of me," she whimpered. "But you're a mortal, and you will eventually need food."
"And so will you," he pointed out with a laugh.
She bit his shoulder and started suckling gently. "I've got all I could ever want right on top of me—the perfect meal in more ways than one."
Alaric wasn't even put off by her biting him uninvited. Maybe because he bit her mid-sex as well, he guessed. But again, it didn't feel wrong to him.
He caressed her hair as she drank a few more sips, then rolled over, but pulled her with him so that he ended up on the bottom and she on top.
She giggled sweetly as the development unfolded and nodded in satisfaction.
"You're still inside. That's very good."
"I'm glad you approve, Dira."
She grinned at him. "You're the only one who's called me Dira since before I became a vampire, you know."
He frowned. "I can call you whatever you prefer."
