Chapter 9: Late Pill

The fever came back like a second tide, and it was not gentle.

Lei Juehan stood up from the bed.

He did it badly, with one hand against the wall, and the stone under his palm steamed.

"Zhiyi," he said, in a voice she had not heard before. "Go to the door."

"No."

"I'm not safe like this."

"You've been safe every night," said Zhiyi. "Look at me."

He looked.

His eyes were black with it, wide, fixed on her mouth.

The tiger got up, glanced at both of them, and walked out of the room.

The door swung shut behind her.

"I want you more than I want to breathe," said the war god, with great control. "I will hurt you."

"You won't."

"I might."

"You won't break me."

She crossed the floor, and put both palms against his chest.

It burned her.

She left them there.

"I'm not asking you to be careful," she said. "I'm asking you to stop being afraid. Take what you want."

His restraint snapped.

He caught her by the waist, spun her around, and pinned her back against the stone wall beside the bed.

His mouth came down hard on her neck while his erection pressed heavy against her belly.

She gasped, and her head hit the wall.

"Yes," she said. "Like that."

He tore at her robe, and the green cloth ripped at the shoulder, baring her breasts to his hot hands.

He dragged her skirt up to her waist and gripped her bare thighs, lifting her until her legs locked around his hips.

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