51. Don't Take My Soul

~ CASIMIR ~

“Cazz… you’re safe with me.”

A ball of feeling detonated in my gut, an eruption of need and heat that roared through me in a flood, coursing through my veins until my entire body trembled. And as that flash-flood reached my extremities, as the first surge of tide eased and the waters settled, the fading of power revealed something fragile in its wake.

A string, a thread tying me to her. So tenuous, so delicate. It glowed and sizzled, turning water to steam. And yet, one wrong move and it would snap.

But it pulled me in, twisted me up in her, tied me to her… undeniable.

When I took her mouth it was so electric, I twitched, gasping. My body quaked, unable to contain the rush.

“God, Jesse.”

She felt it too—that was the thing about that little thread. It was delicate, but it conducted—taking the explosion in me and feeding it to her, coursing in her veins, crackling where I touched, then rushing back to me expanded with her need to tumble me, head over heels until I could bare