Notes: tag to "Meltdown"
His senses were on fire. Burning. Consuming. They were so powerful and so intense it was all he could do to control himself. It was all he could do to not jump Aeryn then and there with Crais standing mere metres away.
He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. He wanted to know her inside and out. He wanted her so bad. So terribly bad.
With her standing so close and smelling so good, resisting was torture. Resisting was pure agony.
He had to control himself though, at least for a little while.
He swallowed and tore his eyes from Aeryn, telling himself that soon she would be his and he would be hers once more. They would have time to indulge themselves in the fiery passion tugging them towards each other like magnets, when this was all over – and it would be over. He only wished that it'd be sooner rather than later.
He was on fire and his heart was turning to charcoal.