I didn’t want to risk damaging them by accident—much as I’d like to leave a scar there in the shape of my hunger. Mael didn’t hold the same courtesy as he seized under me and clawed rivers of burning fire along my shoulder blades. A string of violent sounding curses fell from his tongue, his walls clamped down around me, and I pulled back just in time to watch him arch and tumble and pitch off the edge of ecstasy.
