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    Barely noticing the blood still smeared across my skin, I saw that my wrist had started to heal again. Gritting my teeth, I lifted the knife once more and reopened the cut.


    Pain seared through me, but I barely flinched. If Jett needed more of my blood, then he would have it.


    Then—finally—Jett’s eyshes trembled. His once-lifeless eyes fluttered open, their dark depths still hazy but searching, as if trying to make sense of the world around him.


    “Jett!” I shrieked, throwing myself at him and wrapping my arms around him. “You’re alive! That’s all that matters! If you had died, I… I could never have forgiven myself.”


    Jett appeared to be only half-conscious, his mind still clouded with confusion.


    But after a moment, he lifted his hand—slowly, hesitantly—and rested it against my back.


    “Makenna…” he muttered, his voice rough.


    I nodded frantically, tears flowing freely. “I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m right here.”


    But then—I felt it. A feverish warmth radiating from his body, seeping through his clothes, pressing against me.


    I raised my head, staring into his eyes, which were filled with desire.


    Oh dear! The aphrodisiac was already working!


    Before I could even react, Jett’s grip on me tightened.


    My breath hitched as my cheek identally brushed against his bare chest. The contact sent a scorching wave of heat flooding through me.


    The aphrodisiac within me had been triggered as well.


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    “Jett, please,e back to yourself!”


    I pleaded, pressing my hand against his shoulder in a futile attempt to anchor him.


    But Jett was lost to the world, deaf to my words, swept away by a tide of primal instinct.


    In an instant, he dipped his head, his searing lips crashing against mine with a fervor that stole my breath.


    Reason crumbled beneath the wildfire of desire zing through me. My arms wound around Jett’s neck, surrendering as his heated, insistent tongue parted my lips, delving deep to explore and savor every inch of my mouth.


    His kiss sent sparks dancing across my skin, my body trembling as my chest rose and fell with quickening gasps. A molten warmth surged below, igniting me from within.


    Meanwhile, Jett’s arousal stood firm, unyielding, a testament to the storm raging within him.


    Reason abandoned, he pressed me down onto the bed, his hands tearing at my clothes with rough urgency, fingers grazing my breasts in a possessive caress.


    A flush of heat rippled through me, pooling low, where I felt myself soften and swell, my body yielding to an almost unbearable ache. The longing consumed me, flipping the script as I rolled us over, pinning Jett beneath me.


    My slick warmth pressed against Jett’s hardness, my taut breasts flush against the broad expanse of his chest.


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