Touch is a magical thing, Natti,” he explained. “It can comfort.” He raised one hand and stroked her cheek, soft and gentle. “It can entice.” His thumb moved along her jaw and applied pressure as it traveled down her neck, causing her to shiver with delight. “And it can hurt. Whatever the intensions, it brings two people together. It makes a certain . . . connection.

I’ve decided she’s worthy of something more special, something worthy of my powers.

You can't keep resisting my irresistibleness, Natara Stone. You'll give in eventually, and I won't quit until you do.