“I feel…” he replied, slowly, “as though someone should have taught you not to play with fire.” “I thought we agreed this was not a game?” “True.” The hand against the nape of my neck held me in place as he leaned closer, while his other hand traveled down the curves of my body, coming to rest against the small of my back. “So let’s keep the danger in mind,” he murmured, “and please believe me, Little Sparrow, when I tell you that I could set fire to every inhibition you possess, and when we are finished it will only be you and I among the ashes. I will be the only thing you can think of, and
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