His hands were confident and wandering, but never painful or insistent. He was actually much more considerate of her comfort than he'd been in a long time. There were times that he would push aside the possessive, controlling persona when they were alone to gently make love to her body. Rarely, though. And she always felt like he was imagining that she was someone else. She could've sworn once that he whispered the name of his late wife into her skin.