FIRE Fire to Her Ice ICE
When Karly dreamed, it was only of him. She could think of nothing and no one else. It was breaking all of her rules, but she let him into her head and her heart. She didn’t want to love him and couldn’t help but love him. Only he could quench her hunger, her most secret desires, and they both knew it.
Karly spent her nights waiting, though she wouldn’t admit as much to herself. Last week he had asked for a key to her apartment. She hesitated, biting her lip, unwilling to reply, but she had given it to him the next night and he confronted her directly,
“Why do you hesitate, Karly?”
She cast her eyes to the ground and tried to stop shivering.
“I… I’m not… really, much,” she stuttered in his commanding presence.
You are. You are but you don’t when I do this.”
He kissed her hard and long. Karly couldn’t breathe, yet didn’t want to. He caused everything in her to conflict. She fought her riotous emotions knowing it was a losing battle.
“You see,” he held her at arm’s length; “You don’t hesitate when I kiss you. What’s wrong, Karly?”
“Nothing,” she breathed into his ear.
“Nothing what,” he asked her sternly.
“Nothing, M.. Mas… ter…”
“Better,” he replied, “But you will be punished until you can look me in the eyes and say it without any hesitation.”
Karly smiled, knowing she may hesitate a little longer than she felt the need to. His punishment was part of what scorched her body, mind, and soul. She knew that he would always be fire to her ice, and she loved that about him.
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