It's most certainly there. Nadine knows it is, but the word itself holds such weight and has so many attachments still that she's yet to untangle it from. But it's there all the same, unspoken and expressed in other ways.

She can't imagine she'd find herself in this particular position otherwise. This wasn't the sort of thing engaged in with someone just liked. While the affliction may make it easier for her to give in to indulgence, the desire already existed.

At Jaskier's demand she lets out another low sound, though not of protest. She isn't one to use much coarse language, but in the throes of passion and under the influence of the old god, it comes much easier.

"I want you. I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me like it's the last fuck of your life."