“You have to fight it,” he implored, his voice thick with… lust? That couldn’t be right, and yet, when she peered up into his eyes, she saw that his pupils had nearly completely swallowed the gold of his irises. “We have to fight it,” he gritted out again. When she saw how hard he was clenching his jaw, the strain of keeping his breaths steady in his chest, she knew she was not the only one losing her mind. “I don’t want to fight it.” “Fuck,” he hissed. “Neither do I.”
