there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Smirking a bit, Loren slapped Sam again, a bit harder this time. ”No, you didn’t.” Leaning forward, the healer bit down hard on the Ascended’s neck. ”But it won't happen again." Leaning back, the Launceleyn placed one hand around the other man's throat, fingers tightening. "Because you're going to be good for me, right? And because I don't need your permission." Loren stared down at Sam, eyes challenging, a smirk on the healer's lips. Lifting his hand from the other man, the Launceleyn slowly slid off his shirt, then tossed it aside. Swinging his legs off Sam, Loren walked towards his night table. "Strip." The command fell from his lips without even the thought it would be disobeyed.
Opening the drawer in the night table, he pulled out a length of cord. Turning around, he snapped it taut, the sound echoing in the bedroom.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
