Drugged His Partner to Claim Me - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Seeing Ethan like this twisted my stomach with guilt. The chaos from earlier had left me speechless—what could I even say?
He already knew what happened, and the pity in his eyes made my chest tighten.
Without a word, I guided him to the guest room. "Stay here tonight. My husband leaves tomorrow—you can go after that."
The room was barely used, collecting dust in the far corner of the house. My husband never bothered checking it.
I wanted more—so much more—but with him still under the same roof, I couldn't risk it. Patience was the only option.
Ethan didn't seem to mind. He kissed me softly, nuzzling against my neck before finally slipping into the room.
Alone in bed, I curled onto my side, watching my husband's steady breathing. Frustration simmered under my skin, escaping in a quiet, restless sigh.
The night stretched on in silence. Ethan lay awake, replaying everything.
His brother had barely lasted a few minutes with me. If he hadn't seen it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.
The memory of our first accidental encounter flickered in his mind.
Clearly, I still had needs. And with a little effort… maybe he could make it happen again.
Lost in thought, he finally drifted off.
Morning light spilled through the curtains, still wrapping Ethan in sleep when a sharp knock jolted him awake.
He shot upright, heart pounding, and crept to the door—only opening it when he recognized my voice.
I stepped inside with a tray of breakfast. "He's gone. Relax."
Ethan took a bite and grinned. "Damn, sis. You can cook."
"Eat up," I said, smiling at his enthusiasm.
As I reached to hand him a roll, my foot caught on the edge of the rug. I stumbled forward—right into his arms.
Ethan froze. The thin fabric of my nightgown did nothing to hide the warmth of my skin, my chest pressed flush against him with every breath.
His cheeks burned, but excitement won out. "You're so soft, sis."
Heat flooded my face as I tried to pull back—until a sudden chill made me gasp.
His lips brushed against the fabric over my breast.
That single touch unraveled me. Desire burned through every shred of restraint, leaving nothing but raw, aching need.
Sophia had once joked that a man like Ethan would be insatiable in bed.
Turns out, she was right.
In one swift motion, he lifted me onto the mattress, hands skimming every sensitive spot. Fingertips teased, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
His erection burned hotter, desperate for relief. My body ached to take him in.
But he knew my period made that impossible.
Instead, he whispered against my ear, voice rough, "Help me, sis. Just your hands."
His pants slid down, freeing his hardness.
My gaze locked onto it, hunger pooling low in my stomach.
When he blinked up at me—pleading—I caved. "Okay."
My fingers wrapped around him as he pulled me close, movements slow, reverent.
By noon, we were slick with sweat, forcing us into the shower.
Work eventually called Ethan away. He lingered at the door, eyes dark with longing. "Can I see you again, sis?"