generated power

“Come closer” he says, “I won’t bite you...yet.” As I try to look away, he gently slides his hand around my throat and pulls me in close to him. I can feel the warmth of his breath as he whispers into my ear. “One taste, and I promise to control myself, but you are unlike any addiction I have ever encountered,” His grasp tightens. “You run through my veins like liquid fire, and I want to overdose on the special talents that you have to offer. You wouldn’t dare deny me what I deserve, would you?”