- DEX -
The crackling fire may be out, but it doesn't feel like it. As soon as I take Raya's hand and lead her into the house, it feels like the fire has only changed positions. Now it's in the air, it's in the connection of our hands and traveling with lightning speed to every straining muscle in my body, and it's just as dangerous as ever.
I don't want to scare her with how much I want her. It seems like it only grows with each passing day and moment, and I'm trying to keep it tamped down. I'm trying not to seem like a sex-crazed psychopath, but once we're to the top floor, I can't take the molten lava that has replaced my blood, and I turn to take her beautiful mouth—growling when I do.
