Chapter 194 Running Off

Tristan stood by the bed, watching the flush on her cheeks and the faint tremor in her lashes. His whole body was taut, every muscle drawn tight. He turned to go to the bathroom and run cold water, but a grip seized the hem of his shirt. At some point, Cressida opened her eyes. The cool clarity that usually lived in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hazy sheen—unfocused and lost. She couldn't see clearly anymore. By instinct, she only knew to cling to the only source of coolness beside her. "So… Hot…" The words slipped out of her unconsciously. Her other hand followed, clumsy fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Tristan grabbed her wandering hand. "Cressida, wake up!" His voice sounded rougher and drier. The woman in his arms didn't hear him at all. The drug had burned away her reason, leaving only carnal instinct behind. She twisted her hand free, her arms looping around his neck as she pulled him down. A scorching, wild kiss landed against his lips. Tristan stopped r