QUOTE : She felt enthralled by him, enthralled by her own sexuality. He bared something in her that she hadn't even known was there before she married him.<br />Something base, primal. Had it always been there, this fierce drive to <i>feel</i>? Or was it something that had been engendered by his touching her?<br />Her touching him?<br />She knew that she should be wary of this part of herself. Ladies were often exhorted to ignore any animal urges. To be polite. Formal. Cold.<br />But the flames of her desire, meeting and burning higher with his compulsion, were intoxicating.<br />It felt <i>wonderful</i>.<br />Too good to ignore. Too good to give up.<br />And when his fingers traced the wetness of her vulva, into the depths of her pleasure, she cried out, her eyes still caught with his.<br />He smiled, crooked and sinister because of his scar, but a smile nonetheless. A smile that wasn't exactly nice or gentlemanly.<br />But a smile that was all for her.<br />Only her.<br />No man- no <i>one</i>- had ever looked at her so before.