He watched intently as she took a sip of the wine, dark red liquid flowing past her lips. All she wore now was the diamond necklace he had given her at dinner.
She smiled at him over the rim of the glass, making him ache.
Her presence pulsed through his veins.
The only thing he ever wanted was her. He had spent most of his life persuing her, even going so far as to ask her to marry him… more than once. She never said no but she never said yes, either.
They had made love countless times and each time was charged with a need that would not be sated. She was a drug and he could not get enough of her. He was willing to compromise who he was a thousand times over for just another taste.
Still, she was so far away, so distant. No matter what he gave, what he did, she remained shrouded and opaque. A wall, impenetrable, surrounded her.
He was at a loss. What was she hiding? Why wasn’t he enough?
What she wanted to tell him was that she needed someone else to have control, someone to make her do things she did not know she wanted to do. She needed him to control her crescendos and decrescendos. She wanted him to want her enough to tie her up and make her stay.
If she had to ask for it, though, she knew it would not be real. So instead she lay there silently under his touch, willing him to possess her, knowing that he never would.