With one hand, Vincent managed to loosen his belt.

Katelyn was desperate to release the pent-up desire within her.

However, while fighting the overwhelming sensations about to burst from within, he gently said, "Be good, take your time, or you'll hurt yourself."

She was not familiar with these matters. Too much intensity would only cause her pain.

At this point, Katelyn couldn't listen to him. She was driven solely by her bodily instincts, particularly since the man before her was her real partner. Holding back was not an option for her. Katelyn found Vincent's talking bothersome, which irritated her. She simply bent down and silenced him with a kiss.

Vincent had been holding back, but when he felt the softness of Katelyn's lips, he could no longer contain himself. He held her close.

The air in the cramped car grew thick with tension, making the temperature rise quickly. In an instant, it felt overwhelmingly hot.

From the start, Katelyn had enough strength to keep up the pace, but she gradually grew exhausted. She could only rest in Vincent's arms, allowing him to guide their actions.

Eventually, the drug's effects faded, and her thoughts started to become clear. But Vincent was not ready to let go of Katelyn just yet. Katelyn was held close, overwhelmed again and again. Eventually, she pleaded for a break in a raspy voice, saying, "Vincent, enough. I'm okay now…"

But Vincent responded with another intense embrace, nearly silencing Katelyn's cries. Vincent's eyes, usually so serious, were now clouded with desire. In a raspy voice, he said, "You're okay, but I'm not. Be good, endure it."

As he said this, he held her firmly. It wasn't painful, but it was overwhelming.

She realized that Vincent's words were a subtle way of keeping her close. All she could do was clutch at Vincent's arm and cry out, "Vincent!"

"Call me darling!" Vincent interjected sharply, even though this word had been a random outburst from Katelyn under the drug's influence. But Vincent had grown fond of that name.

At that moment, Katelyn couldn't think clearly and simply shouted, "Darling!"

What came next for Katelyn was an even more intense embrace from Vincent.

Katelyn had no idea what time it was or when it had ended. By the time she opened her eyes, she was already lying in bed at the hotel. She shifted slightly, only to feel as if she'd been hit by a freight train — every inch of her body ached.

Before she could process the pain, Vincent was already standing in front of her, his voice low and gentle. "Have some water first."

Her throat felt unbearably dry. She reached out to take the glass, but her arm dropped back onto the blanket, too weak to lift it. She was utterly speechless.

What the hell had happened last night? All she wanted to do was rest. It was too much.

Vincent, unfazed, didn't waste words. He simply helped her sit up and brought the glass to her lips, feeding her sip by sip.

The cool water eased the discomfort in her throat. She managed to swallow before looking at Vincent and rasping, "You…"

But she stopped abruptly. Was that her voice? It was so hoarse.

Vincent knew he had gone too far. Stroking her hair, he said soothingly, "Be good. Don't talk for now. I'll have Samuel get you some throat lozenges."

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