He loved her so easily he wiped away her hurt with the back of his index finger as it slid down her cheek. He kissed the doubt down her neck. Pulled in her pride when she took a step back. Draped her in compliments when she covered her thighs. Taught her to push. Taught her to pull. He poisoned her with passion she had never felt before. Pure, raw, passion that slid down her thighs in wet waves equal to heartbeats. She lifted herself into happiness, but he showed her the need for more.