She felt only fire, coursing through her, pulsing with each thrust of his hips. The world spun around her and she dimly realized he'd flipped her. Her knees raised, bending so that her knees were pressed to his hips. When he resumed his pulsing, incinerating movements, she heard herself cry out, but it sounded like it was someone else. Her nails dug into his back and she arched beneath him.<br/><br/>The fire continued to spread, burning through every thought, every controlling impulse. In that moment, she belonged to him completely. Her power melted away before his and she was helpless to stop it.... nor did she want to.