"You think you're special, don't you?" Rex asked, stepping toward her. "You think your... what...? Days of self-denial make you different from any other woman who catches my eye."
He shook his head slowly, the smirk playing on his lips cruel and knowing. "You're not special, Iris."
"You're just another victim of the same hunger..."
"You think you can ask for this like it's some controlled experiment? Like you can taste the fire without getting burned?"
He crossed the distance between them in two long, unhurried strides. Iris held her ground, though every instinct she possessed screamed at her to bolt.
Her heartbeat was a hammer against her ribs, each pulse sending a wave of heat through her limbs.
"No one resists me," Rex murmured, stopping so close she could feel the furnace heat radiating from his body. "Not the strong ones, not the disciplined ones."
"They all think they can hold the line, that they can stare into the abyss without falling in..."
