She knew it would happen... could see it forming in his mind. She was positive his need would overtake his control. Grinning, her body vibrating with passion, power, and pleasure, she continued her careful, slow motions. It became increasingly difficult for her to hold back, but she took such a thrill in doing so, that she didn't mind the effort.<br/><br/>She wanted to tear into him, to have him, to devour every ounce of energy and leave him sated, drained of energy, and enthralled to her influence. She wanted to release the rising tide of need within her and go wild with him, but she knew this way would be better. Holding on to the last shreds of her control, she gently stroked her tongue up the side of his neck, kissed his jaw, then moved to his lips, each touch softer, more gentle and restrained than the last.<br/><br/>She could feel what it was doing to him in the tension of his body, the troubled thoughts she read from him. It would be soon... she was positive...