Chapter 190 - The Poison (4)

As she turned away, John's gaze lingered on her, the images from the dream flooding back unbidden. The hunger stirred within him, low and insistent, a fire that refused to be extinguished. He clenched his fists, the nails biting into his palms as he fought to suppress it, but the battle felt futile. The way her hips swayed as she moved, the curve of her neck, the scent of her—everything about her felt amplified, intoxicating. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew more vivid.