There was a wash of heat that sprung from his body, bathing the bed, the room room in a warmth that had been missing. Roses and the hint of sex, the pheromones that he had been concentrating to subdue, flooded from his skin. The bite along his ear, the kisses along his jawline, he had promised, and she had changed her mind. His hand came up, cupping her through her clothes, forcing her legs apart. He leaned into her, pushing so that she had to fall to her back, his chest atop hers.<br/><em><br/>Tegan, I will exhaust you and leave you so no other man will ever satisfy you if I do as I wish. </em><br/><br/>His free hand came up, curling around her head, pinning her hair the blankets beneath. His fingers drifted along the side of her neck, tips touching skin with a gentle care as he watched her. He was aroused and against her, his length along her thigh, trapped between her body and his own leg. His other hand began to close and then open, adding pressure, taking it away. He knew how her body felt beneath the clothes, knew which parts would still ache for his attention.<br/><br/><em>Do you want to be taken? Do you want me to make love to you,... or fuck you?</em><br/><br/>Again the words had weight. He sent forth visions of them in an embrace, swirling around her bed. Lips meeting, bodies touching and their eventual release in a display of sensuality. He also sent the vision of them crying out, wanton and physical, scratches,bites and the feeling of brazen sexuality.