He knew he had won this round. Even before her eyes slid closed and she let the blanket fall from her body. His control began to crumble then, as her perfect breasts, wewre close enough to touch the nipples begging to be manipulated. A surge of adrenalin rushed through him now. never he felt this way. She spoke his name, almost a plea, as if begging him to release his centuries of Sexual desire.<br/>Dropping the gsrotte, he moved foward quickly shoving her -a bit to roughly in his excitement- against the kitchen counter. He pressed himslef against her, feeling her hard nipples poking at him through his wet, wate soaked robe. Then their lips werel ocked in a fiery, fierce, embrace full of heated passion, and desire. His breath was both enticing and foul. It smelled of death laced with love. As he continued to kiss her. He struggled to remove himself from his robes.