Peter's POV
“Seth, you need to calm down, we can think of some other way.” I pleaded painfully. It was already becoming torturous and I could feel my self control whining and going further away from my grasp.
“Help me,” she repeated again, like a broken record and I witnessed as the last bit of sanity I had left flew through the window.
It was not the best choice but it was the only way at that point. I knew she might hate me after she was fine but I couldn't watch her suffer anymore.
I kissed her back with lust clouding my head, and then flipped her over.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked with the last bit of rationality I had left in me. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to stop at that point if she asked me to.
She didn't reply, rather she grabbed my neck and pulled me down.
