The noon sun, a pale, distant disc in the northern sky, cast long, crystalline shadows across the Azure Ice Cavern. The air was still, heavy with the lingering scent of their marathon of lust, a scent that clung to the furs and the very ice on the walls.
Maelis stirred first. A low groan escaped her lips as every muscle in her magnificent, athletic body screamed in protest. She felt… utterly ravaged. Her core ached with a deep, satisfying soreness she had never known. Her breasts were exquisitely tender, her neck and shoulders dotted with the faint, stinging marks of his teeth. The memories of the night, a chaotic, exhilarating montage of pleasure and submission, flooded back.
