Even eating had become too much for him. He watched her mouth move. It’d settle over her fork or spoon. She’d lick her lips. She’d swallow. He was delirious with need. He wanted to conjure back the Devil’s Snare and fuck her into oblivion. But he was trying to take things slow. He didn’t want to rush it and fuck it all up. Not with Granger. She was important. She deserved better than a quick rut like he was some teenager again. This was different.