The invasion continued, inch by inch.
The mist in the greenhouse was thick now, a fine humidity clinging to every patch of exposed skin and seeping into the friction of their bodies. Even though Selena’s body hadn't produced its usual welcome, the pervasive dampness of the room stepped in as a surrogate, allowing Caius to slide deeper into her.
But the friction remained—a subtle, gritty resistance. It wasn't exactly pain; it was a visceral reminder of her body’s instinct to refuse even as it was forced to open. This contradiction acted like a slow-acting venom, pulling them both into a daze where logic was the first casualty.
Selena was drenched in sweat. It was impossible to tell if it was the stifling air of the greenhouse, the lingering shock of the mental ability Caius had just disp
