When I tried to reach for the door, Arin grabbed my wrist. “I can handle one more.” He reeled me back for a hard kiss. He tangled a hand in my freed curls, tilting my head with his thumb on my chin to keep me still. I’d seen him hold lethal weapons similarly, wielding them just so. If Arin was as fastidious with his lovers as he was with everything else, I didn’t see how anyone could survive him. He had barely touched me, and already I felt wholly charred.
