Asher Keating's pupils constricted as he watched Leah Sinclair lean down and start to kiss him. But under the combined effect of the drugs, he was growing frantic. Sensing his impatience, Leah's hands trembled as she untied the ropes.
With his limbs free, Asher Keating could no longer control himself. He flipped over, pinning Leah Sinclair beneath him, his scorching body feeling as if it would burn her alive.
Leah Sinclair felt a sharp pain but bit down hard, refusing to cry out. She just called Asher's name, over and over again. Hearing her repeated calls, Asher Keating's mind began to clear, and his movements gentled.
When it was finally over, Asher Keating was panting, his head buried in the crook of Leah Sinclair's neck. After a long while, his breathing began to even out. He propped himself up and looked down at Leah, whose face was pale beneath him. His eyes reddened slightly.
