Wild Desire
The warm blood of recollection made her almost sick with longing for the exotic hours spent in her sensed’s apartment.
‘I guess so. Why?’
Sinclair’s voice was low, seductive. ‘Haven’t you ever wanted to hand your will over to someone else?’
Deep within Karen something awoke, a dark, forbidden seam of eroticism. To yield her will, to give herself into someone else’s keeping to do with as he chose — the idea was powerfully attractive, obeying atavastic laws beyond civilisation and reason, directly opposed to her strongly held views on independence. Yes, yes, yes! her body screamed, but, ‘That isn’t the way of the warrior,’ the coolly urbane woman answered. ‘I like to be in control.’