Steel and Storm
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She spat, “Get off me!” and tried to wrench free.
I steadied myself and pinned her gently, drawing her hands above her head with mine.
She smelled of lilac and citrus, a bright, impossible scent that I wanted to bathe in. The sight of her—jaw set, lashes damp—clawed at something low and old in me. I get lost looking into her eyes. I get a sense of her anger, annoyance, fire and fierceness f...
I steadied myself and pinned her gently, drawing her hands above her head with mine.
She smelled of lilac and citrus, a bright, impossible scent that I wanted to bathe in. The sight of her—jaw set, lashes damp—clawed at something low and old in me. I get lost looking into her eyes. I get a sense of her anger, annoyance, fire and fierceness f...




















