[Something deep and feral threatens to rise to the surface, because he loves watching her take control. Loves acting like her puppet and doing exactly as she wants. Sits down precisely where she wants and lets her climb on top, hands instantly going to her hips to hold her in place.]

Pretty sure I'm the lucky one. Have you even seen yourself, babe? Because everything about you is beautiful.

[There wasn't a single part of her that he didn't love. It was like they had been tailor made perfectly to suit one another. One made of light and one dark as night. And the pleasures they found in each other was more than he could take.

Fingers skimmed along her spine, up up the zipper of her dress and tugged, eager to have her out of it already.]

I can't wait to get these clothes off you. Then I can really enjoy you.