he fell to his haunches under the import , the conviction of her words , groaning , `` maboodati ... '' he bunched her nightdress in his fists , looked up at his goddess , peach-flushed , eyes almost black , the totality of her hunger and trust shooting to his heart , tampering with its rhythm , crimson lips swollen with his passion , panting for more , beckoning him to lose his mind , once and for all .