Manota groaned as he felt Jo’s surrender to his touch. He was walking the same delicate tightrope that she did when she performed. The only difference was, he knew he was about to fall. He could feel his control slipping as her response to his touch became more frenzied. He had held on to his tightly controlled emotions for too long. Now, stretched to the maximum, he could feel the primitive urge to claim, possess, and conquer washing over him. It was almost the same feelings he had when he was about to enter battle.
He pulled his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweet nectar. She was a part of him. She was the piece that was missing in the emptiness that had been eating away at him. The piece of his life that brightened the darkness that threatened to smother him.
