Her mirth sparked off her, her hair electrified, her magical core sung as she sat above him in all her magnificent glory. Her power was intoxicating. He wanted to drink it all. She was more than he'd ever imagined when she first drew his attention with her rituals. She was dark, vicious, brilliant, and oh so powerful. He wanted to see what she'd do next. Somehow, he felt entirely safe in her hands, at ease, unlike he ever felt before. There was no stress in surrender. It was nice to have someone else do the work, to give up control. He wouldn't admit that to anyone, but he wanted her. He wanted her so badly it hurt.