one word prompt-gasoline: He lit a fire in her
It was his eyes that first warned Caroline he was going to set her on fire. He held her in a gaze she was unable to turn form, the pounding in her chest a beating drum. She was effectively trapped by them every time the fierceness awakening her soul to an untamed fury.
The smell of his skin whenever they were in the room together would make her skin flush hotly and she would feel her breath catch with the headiness of the spicy scent.
She would go home and try to wash the scent from her trembling body but it only succeeded in fueling her thoughts. Her body would ache from another heat altogether under the ministrations of her efforts.
But it was the sound of his voice that was the gasoline on the fire of her growing desire. When the words rolled off his tongue in that perfect voice, she could feel the tightening of her breasts and an instant wetness between her legs. There was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing ever worked; the fire was burning too bright for even her to control.
Klaus had been nothing she had ever encountered, everything she should hate but everything her body screamed for. So when he found her one night roaming the streets of Venice and his hot breath brushed across her face as he was pressed behind her with his full lips grazing her ear, Caroline could no longer hide the flames.
He ignited a fire within her fueled by endless supplies of gasoline, and oh was she going to burn bright. She was going to burn bright and never stop.