I’ve been practicing my control. But if I take one more step, I’ll lose it. If you say no, if you tell me to stop, if you hit me, kick me, bite me—“ two trails of smoke billow from his nose. Sparks crackle across his lips. His eyes turn from amber gems to the color of molten lava. ”—I will like it. I won’t care. I won’t stop. I’ve been away from you for too long. From you, from your scent, from your voice, from your body.”
