Liam suddenly clenched his teeth hard.
A sharp clarity cut through the heavy fog that the fruit had wrapped around his mind. He forced himself to focus. The heat still burned in his body, and the soft weight of Irina on top of him still pressed against every sensitive place, but he refused to let the effect win. He knew the truth clearly now. Irina had never been with a man in her entire life. He was not about to let her first time become a mistake caused by some strange fruit.
His hand moved with precise control.
He struck the back of her neck with carefully measured force—just enough to knock her unconscious without causing real harm. Irina's body went limp against his chest almost immediately. Her full weight settled on him as her breathing turned slow and even. The desperate grip she had on him loosened, and her head rested quietly against his shoulder.
Liam stayed still for a few seconds, listening to her steady breaths.
