The grinding makes him gasp. He rests his face against her neck, tugs at her earlobe with his lips.

Some people say they're not human at all anymore. They've grown bigger. They are as invisible as ghosts or spirits. Some of them choose to look inhuman indeed. And Claire is some sort of goddess to him, it's true, the center of everything. He had had friends, in those early years, but he had been lonelier than he wished to admit. Now... with the way his body responds to her, feeling warm and hard and eager... isn't that human?

He has her skirt all the way up to her waist now, and he presses against her just as she does him. "You have me," he murmurs. "When you're ready."