what does "white-hot center"mean? She wanted to fire him, and have the blaze consume them both. All the needs, good, strong, healthy needs, she’d locked away broke free in a crazed stampede that trampled any thought of restraint or caution. She couldn’t get enough, ravaged his mouth in her quest to feed and fill. But the hunger only grew keener, like a blade whetted on a speeding wheel. She all but clawed her way on top of him to sink her teeth into his shoulder, lost her breath as he flipped her back again and found her white-hot center with his fingers. The orgasm ripped through her, a glorious shock. Dazzled and drugged with it, she groped for him. “God. God. Please. Now.”