Daisy's eyes flickered with panic. "You... you're injured, aren't you? You don't have the strength..." Ethan's movements were sudden and swift, his voice low and husky, laced with temptation. "I might be stronger than you think."
He shrugged off his bloodstained shirt, revealing a well-built torso. The wound, though evident, wasn't as severe as she had feared.
Daisy gasped, a flicker of anger fleeting across her face as she realized she couldn't break free. But then a sly smile played on her lips. Tilting her head, she kissed Ethan, setting off a fervent exchange.
Their tongues danced, each vying for dominance until Daisy playfully nipped his tongue. Ethan winced, but his grip didn't falter, a metallic tang of blood between them.
He pulled her close, her body trembling slightly against
