The more dependent on him she got, the more likely it was that it might slowly and gradually become a habit of hers to always rely on him...

He leaned down and gently kissed her red and swollen face. The kiss was so soft and tender that it felt like a feather playfully tickling her face.

"Just rely on me, then," he murmured. "I want nothing more than for you to be dependent on me."

How he wished that she would always depend on him so much that she could never leave him...

About half an hour