A few days had passed, and with it, my heat progressed. What had begun as a slight urge to let Asher kiss me, had turned into an unbearable heat all over, and the pressing need to be touched. I'd never felt anything like it, and none of the stories I'd heard about it prepared me for its intensity. 

My skin felt like it was on fire, like it was stretched too tight, and a slight sheen of sweat covered me. My body was throbbing, with a very persistent ache and there was a sharp, desperate longing pooling between my legs that refused to ease. I lay splayed out on my...