Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
' His hand brushed mine as he passed, a spark jumping between us, and I pulled back, heart racing.
Mira shut the door firmly, then turned to me with a bundle of dried leaves and a small vial. 'Lie back. This spell will cleanse the doubt, make your choice clear.' She lit incense, the smoke curling like fingers, filling the air with a sweet, cloying scent. As she chanted low—words in the old tongue, invoking the moon's light— she pressed the herbs to my temples, then trickled the liquid down my throat. It tasted bitter, like wormwood, and warmth spread through me, but not the good kind. Doubt crept in, whispering questions: Was Drake lying? Was I barren for a reason, unworthy?