Nila opened her mouth to argue, but I stormed across the room and grabbed her face. I couldn’t help myself. She was so fucking courageous. Her emotions so clear. Her love so deep. Her passion so pure. Not one inch of terror or hate that I hadn’t been there for her. Not one smidgen of hostility or judgement.
She’s so damn selfless.
I kissed her.
The instant my lips touched hers, it was if a nuclear explosion mushroomed inside her. The lust I’d gleaned in her mind erupted into full force, drowning everything. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, decaying my resolve not to touch her.
Dropping the clothes I’d given her, she groaned long and low, her mouth tempting mine to give more. The sheet fluttered from her hips as her naked leg twined around my hip, grinding against me.
“Fuck...” I stumbled forward as she turned crazed with desire. I’d never felt such passion pouring from her. “Nila...wait...”
Her tongue shot swifter, sexier into my mouth. Kissing. Licking.DemandingI respond.
“Nila...”
“No, Jethro. Give me this. Ineedthis.” Her lips recaptured mine, pulling me under.
“Shit.” It all suddenly made sense. The clouded residue on her thoughts. The flowing undercurrent of something stronger than death and pain. She wanted sex. Sheneededsex.
They’d drugged her.
They’d given her the same thing they’d given me when I was fifteen. Something so potent and heady no one could say no to the aphrodisiac power.
Goddammit.
My gut twisted into a knot as her tongue licked and flicked. I forced myself not to listen to her tainting thoughts—I didn’t want the urgent need to fuck to consume me. But my cock thickened, drawn to her even as I tried to battle the rapidly building need. “How—how did you fight it for so long? How did you stop?”
Her hands flew up my t-shirt, skirting over my wound, dancing over my skin like compelling butterflies. “Stop talking. Please...give me what I want. I need to feel alive. I need to take back what Daniel tried to steal.Please, Jethro. Please, fuck me.”
The memory of our first kiss in her room—the way she’d chopped my resolve to pieces with her demands to kiss her, fired into lustful flames.
Kiss me.
Fuck me.
She’d fought him; she’d killed him, even while under the influence. If she were anyone else, she would’ve willingly submitted. She would’ve enjoyed whatever Daniel did because her body would’ve given her no other choice. The drugs were beyond powerful, but somehow she’d been able to fight them along with fighting my brother’s advances.
I don't deserve this woman.
This Weaver. This answer to my wrongness. This salvation to my condemnation.
“Jethro...please.” Her kiss deepened.
“Goddammit.” In a vicious yank, I plucked her into my arms and stalked to the bed. Her hands flew into my hair, tugging as her mouth danced over mine.
Our breathing grew laboured. Our skin slick and sensitive.
My entire body stiffened. The tent crackled with lust so painful it crippled us.
How much time do we have?
We were tempting fate. Beyond stupid to give in.
There’s a dead body...
It was macabre.
It was wrong.
