Third person's POV
The woman must have feared Derek would not comply, so she increased the dosage of the drug.
Derek had thought that if he just endured it, the effects would pass.
But as time went on, the drug's effects became more intense, and his body felt increasingly strong, as if his brain was floating, losing all sense of balance.
His wolf was also affected by the drug.
He became manic and irrational.
His hot breath sprayed on Tabitha's ear, causing her body to tremble involuntarily, and this sensitive touch left her at a loss.
Her expression was stern, and she firmly refused, "No, I... uh..."
Tabitha's eyes widened in shock as Wilmot's lips suddenly pressed down on hers without warning.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Although she had only loved Derek, and they had rejected each other, she was now free, and even if something happened with someone else, it wouldn't be illegal.
But she had no intention of getting involved with any other man.
This sudden kiss shocked and angered her, and after the initial shock, she began to struggle desperately.
"Wilmot, come to your senses, I..."
Wilmot's body was like a blazing furnace, enveloping her tightly, leaving no room for escape.
"It's too late."
Derek whispered in her ear, "I can't control myself anymore, I'm sorry, Ms. Hartley."
If Tabitha hadn't appeared at the beginning, he might have been able to restrain himself.
But things had gone far beyond his control.
The years of abstinence, coupled with the ups and downs with Tabitha, had always suppressed his emotions, and the drug was like a fuse.
It caused his long-standing endurance to erupt instantly, finding an outlet.
Tabitha panicked, wondering how things had come to this.
The man's hot lips moved to her neck. Derek knew her body's sensitive spots all too well.
Each of his movements seemed to ignite a fire within her.
Tabitha knew he had lost his reason, but that was no excuse for his reckless behavior.
"Wilmot, don't do this."
Her hands were weak, and her attempts to push him away seemed more like flirtation, a feigned resistance.
Derek's eyes were bloodshot, red all over.
His last shred of rationality warned him against this, but his body's primal desires were like a surging tide, dragging him into the abyss of sin over and over again.
"Ms. Hartley, I can't control myself. I'm in so much pain. Will you hold me?"
He asked for a hug in a wronged tone, a stark contrast to his usual image.
"Wilmot, come to your senses. Let me go. I'll find a solution for you."
Tabitha knew he didn't mean it, so her attitude towards him was still polite.
"There are doctors on the ship, I'll find a doctor for you. If that doesn't work, I'll find a woman for you. What kind do you like? Fair-skinned and beautiful, or charming and seductive?"
Tabitha had never been able to say such words before.
She was really desperate and had no choice but to say them.
She thought that any type of woman would be better than herself.
She was weak and sickly now, her hair not even as long as the branches of a potted plant, and it would be uncomfortable to hold. Which man would choose her?
Wilmot was only acting this way because of the drug's effects.
After hearing her words, Derek did not let go but instead hugged her tighter.
"No, I only want you, Ms. Hartley."
Tabitha was stunned, recalling the man kneeling on one knee on the island, holding her hand and solemnly promising never to betray her.
Could he really have feelings for her?
Tabitha's bottom line was to be friends with him, and if he had such thoughts, they would not be able to get along in the future.
He had hidden too deep for Tabitha to notice.
Realizing his intentions, Tabitha became aware of the danger and began to resist desperately.
"Wilmot, stop!"
She no longer held back and kicked towards the man's vital spot.
She thought that if he felt pain, he would let her go, and she could take the opportunity to escape.
But her move was seen through and guarded against by the man. Derek quickly blocked her action, inserting a leg between her legs, firmly imprisoning her in his arms.
His voice was like the devil's whisper, "Ms. Hartley, please..."