SERA

Time stopped meaning anything.

The Heat-Root burned through my system in waves, each one a crest that demanded satisfaction and a trough that gave just enough clarity to breathe before the next one hit. Kael was everywhere. His hands, his mouth, his body inside mine, a constant, consuming presence that was the only thing standing between me and the agony of the chemical heat.

The first time was on the kitchen floor. He pulled me into his lap and I sank onto him and rode him with my hands ...