He sighed as she began to suckle, the same as a helpless kitten feeding from its mother. He was the only one who fed her, who saw her when she was weakened and aching with need. Her tongue lapped at his skin, dainty, little licks that made him harden, and his arm slid about her waist, pulling her near. He wanted her by his side, even with the sheets tangled around them and the sun setting in the sky, as he knew from the crack in the curtains.