The heavy, velvet darkness of the guest room seemed to vibrate with the thudding bass from downstairs, but inside the four walls, the air had thicked into something suffocating and electric. Ethan felt the frantic heat radiating off Bella’s skin, a feverish warmth that seeped through his silk shirt and set his own blood on fire.
She was a whirlwind of desperate motion, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, popping one near his collar as she strained toward him. Her eyes were clouded, the pupils blown wide until the brown of her irises was just a thin, shimmering ring.
"Bella, wait," Ethan groaned, though his hands weren't pushing her away—they were hovering just above her waist, trembling with the effort of restraint. "You aren't in your right mind. You’ve been drugged, swe
