When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 72

The air was thick with a sweet, feverish heat that felt anything but normal.

Latham’s kiss was all hunger and punishment, leaving Dorothea reeling. She knew she should push him away, tell herself to stop, but that strange fire burning deep inside made her weak. Her body just wouldn't listen.

Her heart dropped, and a small whimper escaped her lips.

“The soup…”

Latham felt the heat in his own body too, and he instantly knew. That soup was to blame.

“You…” His voice was rough, barely more than a whisper as he stared at Dorothea. Her cheeks burned red and her eyes were glazed, unfocused. “You drank the soup Linda brought you?”

Dorothea was panting, grabbing at the strap slipping off her shoulder, her big eyes shining with tears. “Yeah, I did.”

Latham understood in a heartbeat. Only his father could’ve told Linda to do something like this.

He sat up, shaking his head hard, trying to clear the haze in his mind and the double vision in front of his eyes.

Dorothea was struggling too. It felt like someone had lit a match inside her after years of quiet, and now she was desperate for something, anything, to cool her down.

She tilted her head back, her neck curving in a way that made Latham’s gaze burn even hotter as he stared at her collarbone, at the soft rise and fall of her chest.

“Do you want to keep going?”

Dorothea bit her lip. Latham was absolutely shameless, asking her to say it out loud at a moment like this.

But she did want more.

She pressed her teeth into her lip, tasting a hint of blood, hoping it would help her stay calm.

She forced herself to sit up. The moment her feet touched the floor, she felt dizzy, like everything was spinning.

Latham’s throat worked as he swallowed. His warm fingers closed around her arm. “Sorry. I’m the one who wants to keep going.”

He tugged her back into his arms.

His kisses came down like a storm, all rough edges and no hesitation.

Dorothea’s eyes fluttered shut, her long lashes trembling. She couldn’t help herself—her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

The air felt almost electric, thick with want and danger.

The faint scent of cedar drifted over from the nightstand. Dorothea glanced over and spotted the blue diffuser sitting there.

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