Daniel's heart raced, eyes locked on hers — steady, calm, neither wide nor lowered.
Her breasts crushed soft against his chest, nipples stiff through the fabric. So close her warm breath tickled his face.
"I know you've cast a spell on me," Queena said in a husky tone. "If not, I wouldn't be this… aroused right now. What's the name of this spell? Why can't I cleanse it?"
Hearing that, Daniel's neutral expression twisted into a wicked smirk.
He broke free from her grip with raw strength, seized her body, lifted her, reversed their positions, and slammed her back against the wall.
*Thud*
"What are you—"
Before Queena could finish, he pressed his index finger to her lips and silenced her.
"Shh…" Daniel murmured, close to her earlobe. "You know how beautiful you look when you tremble like that?"
Queena swallowed hard. 'Why is he talking like that? Is he actually dead serious?!'
