"The smell of him: the scent of amber, sage, and something sweet that she couldn't quite define. The sight of him: his eyes almost obscured by dark hair hanging in his face. The sound of him: his breath coming unevenly, as if his lungs were too distracted by his need for her to grant him enough air. The taste of him: that indefinable taste that belonged to no one but him. The feel of him: his steady hands so familiar in their habits and the way that they stirred her. It was torment – magnificent, breath-stealing anguish - to experience him so fully."