The first time he'd kissed her, lovingly, her lips had melted into warm flesh. He'd been able to hear her heartbeat, his fingers able to scale across her body as he had so many times before. There had not been a single nick, no rough patches, not even a flaw in the ivory itself. When she presented herself that memory came back, his hands desperately reaching to touch. He could feel himself fall a little breathless already. He cupped her face, feeding into her kiss as if he couldn't breathe without it. There was a murmur with her name stamped to it. She could bring any man to tears.