Riley simply nodded. "I'll have to carry you." He said and agreed to the request of the beautiful woman.
She said nothing, but her eyes met his for a brief moment. The blush on her cheeks deepened, spreading to the tips of her ears. Slowly, she gave a small, embarrassed nod of consent.
Without another word, Riley slipped one arm behind her back and the other under her legs, lifting her effortlessly into his embrace.
Her body trembled slightly against his chest—not out of fear, but from the last traces of the aphrodisiac still working its way out of her system.
She didn't resist. In fact, she leaned into him, resting her head lightly against his shoulder.
And Riley, steady and silent, carried her away—through the broken remnants of battle, through the quiet trees at the edge of the clearing—toward the shelter of privacy she had asked for.
They arrived just in time, the place behind them vanishing after a few minutes as they stepped onto moss-covered earth.
