Heated Games-Maximus

For once my endless nights of darkness don't come. Sleep seems to have alluded me. The scent, her alluring scent of warm honey is choking me.

Trying to rid my nostrils of her smell I take the chance of breathing through my mouth. I groan allowed at the taste of her on my tongue. If I weren't peering up at the ceiling of my own cabin

I would have sworn that she and all her curves were right here in front of me.

Just go to her. Your tossing and turning is making me batshit.

I turn over once more trying to ignore the voice in my head. After ignoring it for years the constant prescience of it grates on my nerves. For a moment I contemplate putting up a shield once more in my mind.

Suddenly my body flares with heat and my skin pricks as if a thousand needles have hit it at once. I gasp trying to get a grasp on to some kind of control. The pain is like nothing I have ever felt. It borders on a line that I'm not quite sure I want to cross. A long groan leaves my mouth as the