Shall I? [There was laughter in his voice, low and teasing and sincerely joyful. What were three days to the all-consuming now? His hands were deft and quick, opening her coat, reaching under it, cradling her neck and head with one arm and leaning in to kiss the delicate skin where neck met shoulder. His breath was warm, no, hot - the winds he commanded, in the most minute puffs, chilly, and he knew precisely how to play with the temperature to get sensitive nerves to react.]
I have never - [he paused for a snatch of breath, chills of pleasure running all up his spine] - never used my power in this way. [He was tugging at his own clothes now, slipping off the kerchief and jacket, pulling impatiently at the buttons of his shirt. He felt no cold - with the power swirling and building around him, there was an almost feverish heat under his skin.] You will stop me if I hurt you...
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I have never - [he paused for a snatch of breath, chills of pleasure running all up his spine] - never used my power in this way. [He was tugging at his own clothes now, slipping off the kerchief and jacket, pulling impatiently at the buttons of his shirt. He felt no cold - with the power swirling and building around him, there was an almost feverish heat under his skin.] You will stop me if I hurt you...