He knew every secret of yours. He knew every weakness and strength. He knew where to touch and where to not. He knew where your heart belonged and who your body was possessed by.

What more could you say as his hands roamed down your arms, circling around your waist...gentle yet possessive. He was a man who craved and you were just the thing he needed.

Hands so warm it was almost hot as they trailed down your thighs, so much and so little at once.

"I know what you need, sweetheart."