Nico's eyes went pitch-black the moment the frantic, begging words left her lips.
Without a word, he rolled her onto her back again. The sheets were cool against her overheated skin, but it offered no relief. In one smooth, inescapable motion, he caught both of her wrists in his large hand, dragged them above her head, and pinned them firmly against the mattress.
Mara's breath hitched in panic and pleasure at the action, triggering a fresh wave of heat to slam into her harder than before, sharper, meaner, as if the drug had saved its worst for the moment her body was too exhausted to fight back.."No… Nico, please," she sobbed, twisting beneath him.
Her body was already exhausted, her thighs were trembling, and her core was aching from everything they had just done. Yet the fire roared back to life, burning hotter, making her hips jerk uselessly against him.
Tears spilled down her temples. "It hurts… make it stop… I can't… I'm too tired…"
