"If you stop right now, I can still let you live!" Zane swore under his breath, his eyes fixed on Maeve whose body was already touching his in ways he'd rather avoid.
The sweet-smelling stench in the air clung to his nostrils hard enough to feel disoriented.
His body burned, and he had desires he could have sworn weren't his. Zane was pissed off and even more so to watch Maeve ignore his words, almost like he hadn't said a single word.
"Don't!--" Zane cursed under his breath, wiggling his thighs even as he felt her sink herself into him, making him feel even more nauseated than before.
A clash of contradictory feelings as he felt something he craved and desired, but at the same time, it disgusted him enough to want to throw up.
Maeve was in control, and she took charge soon enough, moving her thighs as fast as she could, even as she also began to derive some form of weird pleasure from the entire thing.
