the way he threw his head back against the back of the couch , his rumble of enjoyment as her fingers sank into his muscles , the way his heavy lids lowered , turning his eyes to burning slits as he watched her struggle up , assailed her with the memory of all the times he 'd looked and sounded like that as she 'd ridden him to oblivion ... . severing contact , she thought she 'd managed to escape his compulsion when he ensnared her again .