Dunno when this will be out. I’m still writing it. But I liked this bit.
She was hungry, and she was demanding, and he was almost certain she was going to drive him out of his mind.
He had more control than this. Damn it, he would have more control, but when he tried to wrest it away, she nipped at his tongue, then tore her mouth away, pressing her brow to his. “I won’t be controlled, Morne—when this happens, we’ll take each other.”