The bite is good -- better than good, even -- and she loves that she doesn't have to ask him twice. She stays propped up on her elbows so that she can watch him as he works his way lower, his mouth against her skin. When he says her name like that, a shiver goes through the whole of her. His hands so big, rough and warm as he presses her thighs apart. She spreads her legs easily, knowing that there's nothing she'd ever want to hide from him.