<span style="color: #FF8000">“That's what you think, Bradley,”</span>he challenged her, and without warning he lunged and wrestled the pillow away before bombarding her with the rest of them.  Gently, of course.  He growled at her playfully and wrestled her down, dominating her tiny frame and pinning her arms together over her head.  He knew he didn't play fair- he was strong, and would always use that to his advantage.  He knew Cassandra loved it, even if she didn't admit it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I believe a proper surrender is in order?”</span>Blake teased, leaning forward and nibbling at her lower lip.  Strangely, he was feeling more aggressive than before.  He wasn't certain what came over him when he tightened his grip on her wrists, baring down on her with an intense eye.  His lips ventured to her neck and bit her gently as he continued down her body.  Images began to enter his mind, all the things he could do to her, all the things he<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>to do.  He pulled away suddenly, then rolled and sat on the edge of the bed.  No, those were not his thoughts.  That wasn't him.  It would never be, never again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I'm sorry, Cass,”</span>he mumbled.<br/><br/>He stood and exited the bedroom, trudging back downstairs in search of some air.  In the kitchen, Blake filled a glass full of water and downed it thirstily.  His eyes were pointed out the window, but he thought about what he did, or almost did, and it concerned him.  He was supposed to be getting better.  He couldn't explain what had grabbed hold of him just then, but he knew Cass would be looking for an explanation.  He didn't have an explanation.<br/><br/>The thoughts were definitely not his own.  He was certain of that.  But that was crazy, wasn't it?