“You’re the one targeting me now,” I confessed. “You’re every bitter and euphoric feeling I have. You’re in every word I speak, every move I make. All of it is you. Whatever happens from now on, you will be my ecstasy and my downfall. “And that face of yours. How I’d like to twist it in a thousand ways, in the ink of this room. My body wants to tear your body apart, to make you sing and sigh, to fill you with incoherent noises.” On a sweetly erotic impulse, I took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm. “Say you want that, as much as I want to give it to you. Either that—” I lifted my
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