The words had slipped from his tongue, but entirely too easily, and damn it all, he didn’t wish to recall them! He did love her. And he wanted more than life to please her. More than anything, he wanted that. For the first time in his life, this wasn’t about his own pleasure. It was about hers. He wanted to sink into her, feel her wrapped about him, hold her face in his hands and kiss her lips until she moaned sweetly into his mouth. He wanted to taste the sweet elixir of her passion... wanted to feel her body tremble beneath him. He wanted to pleasure her until she cried out his name. More than anything, he wanted to hear her whisper I love you, though he knew it was more than he could ask. He would be content just to hear her cry out in pleasure. He reveled in the taste of her, lost himself in the throes of her passion, and tore himself away only when the throb of his own body grew insistent and painful.
