She allowed him to see in her mind, and in turn, he did nothing to hide his desire for her to do whatever she wanted to him. With him. For him. To take whatever she pleased. To give him whatever she was willing.

His hand in her hair, he stilled as she continued to throw herself back against him, nostrils flared as he regained control of his breathing.

"You're so beautiful," he observed, as if the truth of it bewildered him.