Any hotter and my skin could melt. His touch was scorching my skin and when he wasn't touching me it was like I became ice all over again. His kissing all over my body they set my heart of fire the flames burning me from the inside out. I was addicted to the heat, to the pain. only his hot breath could be felt as he fraze my lips with his boiling tongue. I wanted more I needed more I didn't care if I was burned or my soul turned to ashes by the way he ignited me like a match stick or lighter I was under his control. Whether I was raging inferno or a blown out candle that was all in his control.