Every part of him fairly thrums with desire and control. Keeping himself from letting go, from ravaging her instead of ravishing her. It would be so easy to take but what he wants to give her is sharing. Always shared between them and not unbalanced. Not if he can find the control and the care.

Ducking out of his shirt and then kissing and nipping at her neck. Careful, catching the skin and cutting it. He groans as his tongue laps over the cut, gathering up the taste of her blood with a low, wicked sound of desire. Not enough to sate him, or even to heal him, but it's enough to remind him of how special this is between them.

"I always want it to be something you want. Something you need like I need you," he whispers against the cut on her skin.