Somehow, the way he was doing that, holding her like that, it was ten times more disturbing than the rest. This man, this man who had talked about dismemberment and murder and dead, crazy wives? Being tender and gentle and caressing her skin? It was twisted.

But apparently, twisted was what she was into right now. Because she didn't ask him to stop, didn't wrench away.

"Tell me," she breathed against his lips. "Tell me you want me."