The temptation to bite has lessened now that Mitchell has started to feed again (although the desire never goes away, not completely). For now he presses kisses to warm skin, one hand reaching down to hook a thumb through the metal loops on the garters that have been taunting him this whole time. He gives it a little tug, before unhooking and sliding his hand around the back of her thigh, pulling up, wanting her leg curled around him.

He pulls himself back, but not by much, lips almost touching to say, “You don’t remember what I told you before?” His hold tightens; his hips angle themselves for a better fit. A small reminder.