Page 20 of Escape from the Green

"Amy, wake up," I demanded, grabbing one of her small shoulders, shaking her hard enough that her teeth cracked together. "Snap out of it," I yelled, feeling her body heat through multiple layers of clothes.

Feverish.

She was going to overheat.

And soon.

"Fuck," I growled, watching as she cried, clamping her legs together, curling up on her side as if in pain of the acutest kind.

Heart thundering, I was finding it hard to force my mind to grab hold of singular thoughts, all of them racing around, plowing into one another, falling like branches in a storm.

Her arm clawed harder into my jacket, whimpering as she pulled me closer.

It was only then that the idea came to me.

Maybe she was demanding for her cure.

Maybe her body knew what it needed to break the spell, to return her sanity.

My stomach twisted painfully, knowing what I had to do, knowing how wrong it was, how it was overstepping a line, how she might never be able to look at me the same again.

But if the options were taking her choice away to save her, or let the fever burn her up from the inside out, well, there really wasn't much of an option, was there?

I grabbed her shoulder again, easing her onto her back once again, keeping my hand there as I took a deep breath, and pressed my hand between her thighs.

The orgasm was instantaneous.

It racked through her body like a bolt of lightning, making her legs fly outward even as her hips rose to demand more of the touch. Her lips parted on a ragged moan that echoed across the forest as the tremors moved through her.

And, finally, her eyes snapped open.

Open.

And seeing.

And understanding.

And on me.

The guilt was overwhelming, making me snatch my hand away, curling it into a fist.

"Are you back?" I asked, even though the keen look in her eye said she was.

"I fell asleep," she told me between somewhat trembling lips as she moved to sit up, pulling her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, folding into herself, keeping me away. "I'm so stupid," she added, resting her forehead to her knees.

"You're not stupid. You were exhausted. And cold. It's not your fault that you fell asleep. And it's not your fault that he took advantage of it."

"Is he..." she started, head popping back up, eyes huge.

"Gone," I told her with some finality.

I couldn't be positive of that, of course, but I figured it was a safe bet.

He'd gotten what he had needed.

He fed off her desire.

Sure, he could have fed off it until she climaxed - something that would have sustained him for longer, but I was pretty sure he was not going to come back and risk dealing with me yet again just to get that. There was always other pray to be found.