"You fascinate me," he finished, low enough that the words shivered along my skin. "I want to know every bit of cleverness in your mind, and why you have so many knives. I want to feel the bite of one on my throat as you ride us both into oblivion." I forgot how to breathe. "And if someone takes you from me before I can do that," he said, voice even lower, "I'll rip them to shreds."
