" did this to him. Only her. It was a humbling thought. Gritting his teeth against his baser urges, Benedict began to move within her, slowly stroking when what he really wanted to do was let go completely. "Sophie, Sophie," he grunted, repeating her name, trying to remind himself that this time was about . He was here to please needs, not his own. It would be perfect. It had to be perfect. He needed her to love this. He needed her to love . She was quickening beneath him, and every wiggle, every squirm whipped up his own frenzy of desire. He was trying to be extra gentle for her, but she was making it so damn hard to hold back. Her hands were everywhere-- on his hips, on his back, squeezing his shoulders. "Sophie," he moaned again. He couldn't hold off much longer. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't noble enough. He wasn't-- "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She convulsed beneath him, her body arching off the sofa as she screamed. Her fingers bit into his back, nails raking his skin, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she'd found her release, and it was good, and for the love of God, he could finally-- "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He exploded. There was simply no other word for it. He couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop shaking, and then, in an instant, he collapsed, dimly aware that he was probably crushing her, but unable to move a single muscle. He should say something, tell her something about how wonderful it had been. But his tongue felt thick and his lips felt heavy, and on top of all that, he could barely open his eyes. Pretty words would have to wait. He was only a man, and he had to catch his breath. "Benedict?" she whispered. He flopped his hand slightly against her. It was the only thing he could manage to indicate that he'd heard. "Is it always like this?" He shook his head, hoping that she'd feel the motion and know what it meant. She sighed and seemed to sink deeper into the cushions. "I didn't think so." Benedict kissed the side of her head, which was all that he could reach. No, it wasn't always like this. He'd dreamed of her so many times, but this . . . This . . . This was more than dreams."