After a few efforts with her arm, she finally managed to roll over with him. She tiredly pressed against him, deep breaths her only utterances.

That hunger from earlier had quickly faded, but she still wanted that feeling and warmth back again. After a few more breaths, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in with each steady gulp.

She felt his hand on her shoulder, his calloused fingers sliding across her new bite marks. She quickly sucked in a breath of air at the touch of such a tender spot. Her arm, on reflex, gripped his back... feeling some marks. She allowed it to travel around slowly... Apparently, she had really done a number on him, too. She hardly even realized it at the time.