Her hand feels so warm against your skin, and her touch sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. She's still looking at you intently, her expression unreadable. "You...you don't understand," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I can't control myself around you."

Her other hand reaches up to join the first, stroking your cheek gently as she leans in closer still. "What am I supposed to do?" she asks softly, her breath fanning across your face. "

"No...no," she denies, shaking her head again. "It's not like that." But even as she says the words, she knows they're a lie. There is something about you, Onandy, something that has taken hold of her heart and won't let go. It doesn't make sense; it defies everything she knows about herself and her master.

Her lips brush against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss, electricity sparking between them.