Memories of all the time when he'd make use of those same word. When he used those same words as an escape to feed so many unusual urge that slammed him where she is concerned.

　　The first night he took her on his bed. He let her sleep on it. The time he took pleasures from her body in a missionary position. That time he let her touch him, caress him. That day he was so sick, he let himself suckle from her lush breasts. That day he gave in to the urge to kiss her.

　　Memories of all their intimate times together, which only fed his strange hunger to...