Shadows of Desire
he said, his tone dipping into that commanding timbre that always made my knees weaken, “everything about you pleases me. But if you want to serve me in small rituals, then yes. It would please me deeply.”
I felt a flutter low in my stomach. “Then I want it.”
He leaned back, studying me as though I’d just handed him a secret. “Do you see how powerful it is, voicing what you want?”
I exhaled slowly. “It’s terrifying.”
“And intoxicating,” he countered. “Desire isn’t a weakness, Cassie. It’s an offering. And when you name it, you give me the honor of answering it.”
My throat tightened. “You make it sound like poetry.”
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