Hours slipped by, yet Erebus showed no sign of slowing, as if he were reclaiming every moment he had lost when she had been within his reach, yet never truly his.
All the restraint he had held onto for so long had finally shattered, leaving nothing behind but raw, unfiltered need.
If Drayce had been a storm, then Erebus was something far beyond it that could not be contained within the limits of the world.
Seren had long since lost track of time.
Her body, pushed to its limits, responded only to him now—yielding, trembling, unable to resist. Every movement, every breath, every heartbeat belonged was at his mercy.
When she could no longer hold on, when even her strength gave way beneath the intensity of it all, Erebus finally slowed.
He lowered his head into the crook of her neck, his heated breath warm against her sweaty skin. His lips brushed over the place where he had marked her during the marking ceremony.
The mark pulsed faintly beneath his touch.
