The eye contact, the being so aroused that he has to bite his lip or he will cry out. The pushing of hips up against him, the slow dancing, the running of her fingers through his hair and pulling his head back so that she can bite his jaw line.
She liked being in resturants, her only appetite was for feasting on him. A table between them; but she pulls her chair to the side. Running her hand up under his beautifully tailored jacket, scratching his back through the fabric of his shirt.
Pulling him close to her, he felt her strength and power; reminding him of what she does to him. No-one in the world mattered only the,. He is all that she can see and nothing exists only them.