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Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Enjin's quarters, casting a warm amber glow over the cluttered room. You had spent the last three days practically living in this bed, endlessly replacing damp towels, feeding him broth, and keeping his stubborn, feverish body rested.

As your eyes fluttered open, you immediately felt the intense, furnace-like heat radiating against your back. Enjin had you locked securely in his grip—one heavy arm wrapped snugly around your waist, his long legs tangled with yours, and his face buried deep into the crook of your neck. His breathing was slow, heavy, and hot against your collarbone.

Carefully, you tried to slide his arm off your waist to get up and check his temperature, but the moment you shifted, Enjin’s grip tightened instantly.

A low, raspy groan vibrated through his chest as he pulled you flush against his chest, refusing to yield an inch of space.

"Nuh-uh... where do you think you're going, babe?" Enjin murmured, his voice thick, rough, and laced with morning exhaustion.

Before you could answer, his flushed, feverish lips pressed a soft, lingering kiss right beneath your jawline, making his heated breath tickle your skin. He shifted his weight, resting his heavy thigh over yours, locking you beneath him. Through his sweatpants, you could clearly feel the hard, needy press of his arousal against your hip.

"You've been running around taking care of me for days..." he rasped against your ear, his feline-like eyes half-lidded, dark, and heavy with desire as he peppered lazy, warm kisses down your neck. "I don't need more tea or damp rags right now... I just need you right here."

Enjin chuckled weakly, a low, sensual sound that rumbled against your shoulder, his large, calloused hand sliding under your shirt to map the curve of your waist.

"Stay in bed with me, sweetheart... Help me take care of this heat."