I think I would, he said. His moan filled her head. I've bitten you enough—it's only fair. But mind, sweetheart, I'd rather you do it somewhere else. You said you'd never miss any part of me, but I don't think Potter could ever fuck you half as well as I can, nor could anyone else. If this is the only part of our demented marriage you eventually came to not entirely hate, why get rid of it?