The sun had long dipped past the horizon, yet neither of them felt the passing of time. Skin glistened in the dim light, slick with sweat, kissed by heat and the ache of unrelenting hunger.
Their limbs were tangled, hearts hammering in tandem. Aurelya's golden hair clung to her back like a silken veil, the strands tousled and damp. Her body still trembled in the aftershocks of their last release, yet her eyes, half-lidded and glowing, held no signs of surrender.
Lumberling hovered above her, gaze burning with unspent desire. His muscles twitched with the remnants of restraint, veins standing out along his forearms as he held himself back for just a moment longer.
"Again?" he murmured, voice roughened with lust and battle-hardened hunger.
She didn't answer, she didn't need to. Her hand slid down his chest, fingertips dancing over every ridge of hardened muscle, and her thighs parted slowly beneath him like a blooming flower.
