The shift didn't slam into me.
It just slid in and got to work.
The room went soft and hazy. Edges blurred. The air turned warm and heavy, sweet and dirty on my tongue, like I was already tasting her.
I dragged in another breath before I even realized I was chasing more of it.
[Clear Mind]
The spell snapped on.
The fog cleared for a heartbeat.
Then it crawled back in, slow, thick, and impossible to shove off.
Evelina didn't move.
She just watched me, eyes darker now—hungry, calculating—while her pheromones soaked the air, turning the whole room into one big invitation my cock and nerves were already answering.
My fingers dug into her hip. The lace under my hand felt pathetic. Thin, useless. Not protection, just stupid and useless shit in the way.
Her skin under it was warm and soft, and my hand wanted more of that, less of the fabric.
My breathing got rougher, heavier. My chest rising and falling against her. Heat was pooling low, dragging every thought down with it.
