Myra, trapped between fury and the effects of the drug, felt herself respond in ways she couldn't control. Her hands gripped his shoulders as her anger melted into something darker, something primal. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breaths coming in shallow pants as she ground against him, a moan escaping her lips as desire overtook all reasoning.
Goodness! This is my first time writing… you know and it was between the antagonists. Anyway, the next chapter will be more interesting.
P/S: For those reading, before I edit it, you will have to reread it again starting from Eira’s POV because I'm going to add a bit more. Thank you all for reading! Please vote for me with both your power stones, and golden tickets, and support me by buying privileged chapters. For those that can't, your comments will be enough! :)