Control
Zariels footsteps did not allow him to stop. He had to keep moving. He had to keep running. Steam practically burrowed out of his pores, recalling her sinuous tongue and lips. The memory tugged at his mind, holding it until he wanted to scream.
He had kissed a woman. And he had done so willingly, willingly, and fervently. Worst, he liked it. He liked how her tongue felt, how sweet it tasted, and how…
He screamed, garnering a few eyes from onlookers. Damn them. Damn, Aurelia Morningstar! Damn them all!
"What the hell did I just do? Why did the flame burn with such…desire?' He has asked that question ten times already, but not once had he found an answer.