Windsor's POV
My throat felt like sandpaper, but water wasn't what my body craved. When the suppressant touched my lips, I swallowed it greedily. His mouth became my lifeline, and I drank from it like a man dying of thirst. The medication began working through my system, yet my pulse refused to settle.
I wanted more.
I craved more.
My lips parted, inviting his tongue to explore deeper, stroking against mine. A sound escaped me that I barely recognized as my own voice. He pulled back then, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he withdrew.
I inhaled sharply, my body automatically chasing after him for another taste.
But when I met his gaze, that familiar mask of indifference had already slipped back into place. Reality crashed over me, and I jerked away.
"You're impossible," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I warned you before - being needy doesn't suit you."
