'I almost crossed the river to the underworld there,' Isaac thought, wiping nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
He adjusted his grip slightly.
Celia was asleep in his arms, breathing softly. Her expression was calm and almost innocent, her lips parted slightly as if she were in the middle of a pleasant dream. Anyone looking at her now would never guess how overwhelming she had been not long ago.
He let out a long breath.
'Who created that pill?' he wondered. 'The aphrodisiac effect in it is much stronger than mine and Sis' lust-enhancing ability combined.'
His brows creased with worry.
His mind drifted to the future.
He would have to go through something similar with Emily and Alice eventually.
Emily was not a problem. She tended to let him take the lead, and she rarely resisted his pace. With her, he could regulate things.
Alice, though…
He exhaled slowly.
'Forget it. I'll cross that bridge when I reach it.'
For now, he had survived.
