I let out a long breath.
“Go ahead.” Hiroko pointed to my arm. "Don't hesitate. Hesitation is what causes burns."
Okay. You can do this. The quicker. The better.
I looked at the flame.
At my arm.
At the fire that was about to touch my skin.
Go.
I did it.
Fast.
One flaming stroke across my forearm.
Oh.
The heat bloomed—sharp, bright, and searing. It raced across my nerve endings like electricity, like lightning, like nothing I'd ever felt before.
Mmmm.
My nipples tightened against the leather of my top. My breath caught in my throat.
Then it was gone.
And the fire actually went out on the wand.
Holy fuck.
A pulse of heat shot straight between my legs. Not from the flame—from the sensation. From the rush. From the realization that something this dangerous could feel this good.
My clit throbbed.
One stroke of fire across my arm and my body was already begging for more.
Stunned, I stared at my arm. The brown skin was warm, tingling, but unharmed.
No marks.
No burns.
No injury of any kind.
Yet, there was this ghost of heat fading into pleasureful memory.
Okay. . .I’m probably becoming crazy, but. . .I kind of liked that.
From the slab, Kenji grunted.
Low.
Rough.
The sound of a man watching something that aroused him beyond control.
