Anastasia started breathing fast and closed her eyes. She needed time to think, to ward off that emotion from her. When she opened them again, she found that Ileus was dragging his shirt over his head. White bandages revealed. "We can't lose control!" But her instincts were clamoring inside to touch this man, feel him against her. She was aroused as hell and knew that Ileus must have smelled her arousal. Where was her willpower when she needed it the most? Her pants were flooding with her juices.
Suddenly she remembered how Aidan had pressed Darla's head in the crook of his neck. Was he going to help her out of this emotion? She was sure that even Aidan must be driven by the same emotion. Did that mean that Aidan and Darla—?
"I am not the one losing control, princess." Ileus broke her reverie. He sat on his knees and made her sit up.
"H— how come?" she blurted. What?
"First tell me, did Kaizan not warn you to go there?"
