*Seraphine*
My breath catches, held, until finally, like the air in a balloon, it slowly leaks out. The way he looked at me that night… no other man has ever regarded me with so much heat in his eyes, like a fire slowly simmering until it is smoldering.
Oh, certainly, I see want, lust, and yearning. I revel in my ability to bring it to the fore, to be able to create such desire. But it is different with him. Terrifyingly so.
When Pinnie offered me up, I objected because my body reacted as my eyes had, until every inch of me was so heated, hot, that I was certain if he touched me, I would combust. Perhaps we both would. Much as I once witnessed a hot air balloon going up in flames. It happens so quickly, so unexpectedly; there is no time to react. I was able to only watch in horror.
Yet
