I Want You. With all my skin, with every nerve. Not patience, but impatience. Not affection, but hunger. Her hands, her lips, her body spoke the same language - the language of urgency and thirst. She led him to bed with one message: "I will not rest until I feel you with all of me." Her lips burned his skin, and her eyes were filled with madness of desire. She didn't ask - she demanded, powerfully pulling him to her. Her body craved not caresses, but animal passion, hungry touches and heavy breathing in time. She was the fire in which he was ready to burn completely.