Spicy Hot
And I love him.
Him. Adrien. The High Priest. The man who opened me, broke me, rebuilt me. I love him with a love I never thought possible, which has nothing to do with those I knew before. It is not sweet, not tender, not reassuring. It is burning, demanding, total. It is the love of the prey for its predator, of the creature for its creator, of the initiate for her master.
He knows it. He feels it. He receives it, without saying it, without naming it. But I see in his eyes, sometimes, when he looks at me, the same thing. That indefinable something, stronger than desire, deeper than possession.