The aphrodisiac hit Alaric like a tidal wave.
One moment he was trying to form words, to push back against Vanessia's advance. The next, his entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending screamed for contact, for relief, for more.
His essence channels, still recovering and sensitive, amplified the effect tenfold. The drug didn't just cloud his mind... it set his very soul ablaze with need.
And Vanessia's lips on his were the only thing that felt right.
So... he stopped resisting.
His hand found her waist, gripping the silk of her robe and pulling her fully onto his lap.
Vanessia made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a pleased hum as Alaric kissed her back with sudden intensity.
Their mouths moved together, hungry and demanding.
Her lips were soft but insistent, tasting of wine and something sweeter. When her tongue swept across his lower lip, seeking entrance, Alaric opened for her immediately.
The kiss deepened.
Became messier. More desperate.
