My blood ran cold at his words. Deep down, I knew them to be true the second he said them. I had never felt this way before and I knew I wouldn’t survive if I never felt this way again. It was addicting already, and I needed more. I could feel that coil wound so tight inside my belly. It needed release. I could feel the charge coursing through every vein in my body, wanting to burst to the surface, rip through me. I wanted him to rip me open.