Mark was reclined on the black stone throne, with Aria naked on top of him.
His breathing was heavy, his body still trembling slightly from the exertion, and his mind was blank.
Completely blank.
'Fuck. That was… intense.'
Aria had her head resting on Mark's chest, her arms wrapped around him as if she feared he'd disappear if she let go.
And on her face was a smile of pure happiness.
Mark looked at her, watching how her golden hair fell across her face, and felt a strange mix of emotions.
He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.
'Okay, Mark. Think. What the hell are you doing?'
He stared up at the ceiling of the chamber, watching the glowing runes pulse with that blood-red light.
And then, without warning, his mind began to wander.
'My life back in the other world was shit… complete and utter shit.'
The image of his old apartment flashed in his mind.
