"What I feel," she began, her voice deepened and velveted in response to his potent, focused caresses, as much as the memory of how thoroughly he'd had her. "It's like I step outside my brain, and there's nothing but what I'm feeling."

His fingers strayed beneath the hem of her dress, and she grinned, shook a finger at him, and then caught his wrist to stop him going further. "It's not just the roughness or the sex. It's the trust. Putting myself into your hands. I think that's what happened."