"Water..."
Tiffany's clothes were drenched, the coolness bringing her momentary relief.
"More water..."
Her usually sweet voice had turned breathy and pleaded under the influence of the drug.
"Give it to me."
She felt like she was stranded in a desert, her body scorched and parched, desperate for any drop of moisture to soothe her.
Her delicate, innocent features were now flushed with an irresistible allure—a sight that would test any man's restraint.
Calvin's temple throbbed, his gaze darkening to an almost dangerous intensity.
"Alright."
Calvin tipped the remaining half-bottle of water to her lips, letting her drink until it was empty. With the whole bottle gone, Tiffany finally settled slightly.
Her slender fingers clutched at Calvin's collar as she nestled back against the crook of his neck.
Though soft whimpers still escaped her lips, at least she stayed still—for now. Calvin finally relaxed slightly, pulling Tiffany close as he leaned back into the chair.
