"If that is your wish then what else can I do but try to comply?" he murmurs. She's right though: every pulse of blood brings a fresh, insistent wave of want with it, only made keener by her sudden distance. It seems to throb in his ears, ache in his joints. He wants her badly but he cannot allow himself to take her.

"May I remind you that you are not obligated to listen to my complaints? When you finally allow me to climax, I want to see nothing but stars."