Charlie’s gaze darkened.
His throat bobbed.
Lowering his head, he found her mischievous lips and kissed her—gentle yet scorching—like he wanted to devour her whole. The fierce desire made it nearly impossible for her to resist.
In the midst of their deep, lingering kiss, he suddenly let go of her lips, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her straight to the bedroom.
In the bathroom—
The large rain-style showerhead poured water down in a powerful stream. They had forgotten to turn on the ventilation fan, and soon, thick steam filled the entire space.
In the swirling mist, the two entwined like snakes sprayed with realgar—writhing, tangled, fusing into one. It was as if they were being consumed alive, hands clawing at the wall in desperation.
As things escalated, her consciousness
