Oh, that little, subtle tightening of his hand around her throat was delicious, and a soft moan slipped from her lips. She gazed up at him, studying his face just as closely, loving the pleasure she saw there and watching with both fervor and apprehension for a hint of when that hand would clamp her throat closed.

He penetrated her, just slightly, and she groaned, her need becoming all the sharper for the small taste he was giving her. She lifted her hips, chasing sensation, starving for more.