"Some women like their men docile and tame, too," she observed in a throaty alto. She scraped her fingernails down his bared chest and his arms.

"I prefer a wolf in full command of himself--" She paused, gave him a significant smile and curled her hand into his hair. "--and me."

The foreplay, the sweetness, the kisses, the cuddles--those would come after, when it was safe to be soft without risking Her taking over.