If she could have shed her mortal flesh, she would have, but having been taken from one body and put into another, she realized how precious their lives were. If all she had was but this one life, she would not spend it without him.
"And I to you." she breathed, feeling the sensation of pure physical pleasure moving through her. Her nails slid over his skin, teasing up goosebumps, and she smiled at the feeling of his skin rippling beneath her touch as his muscles moved. She wanted to know everything. She wanted to feel him, to see him, to memorize everything in that moment. Her lips slid down his jaw to his neck, kissing, her breaths quickened. It was everything in that moment. Anything. And she didn't want to give it up, didn't want to give him up, not for the evening. Not for the day. Not for the week or month. But she knew that she had to soon.