His hands gripped you tightly as his lips pressed against yours, reveling in your touch. You were all that he needed, all that he wanted, and he couldn't go another day without you.

He wanted everything you had to give him. Your darkest impulses, your lightest laughter, he wanted it all. And you could feel it in his touch, in his kiss. You could see it in his eyes.

"Give it to me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "And I'll give you all that I am. Please."