She had to. The thick liquid inside swirled sluggishly. Aunty sex Not to touch. But it wasn’t fear. Her pulse hitched, then slowed. Not a warning. Indulging. Ysábella’s body tensed against the restraints, her breath shallow, measured. Villanueva’s voice slithered through the haze, low and pleased. Then charged forward, nose twitching, sniffing wildly, drawn to a scent etched into its instincts. But beneath it all, something fouler festered. Her fists loosened behind her back, fingers uncurling, the tension melting from her limbs. Consumed by the heat, by the storm of sensation that surged through her, burning, unrelenting. Rich. And she welcomed it. He set the glass down. Clinging to her skin, wrapping around her like something unseen but inescapable. Each deep pulse drove another searing wave of heat into her. Ysábella’s body bowed beneath the pressure, her spine arching as a searing heat coursed through her veins. A soft, rumbling exhale. Minutes dragged. Then came the smell.
