Warning: This chapter contains explicit M/M content. It can be skipped without missing key plot points.
Sylas
"Mine," Sylas declared, his voice reverberating through the cave, blending with the relentless crash of the waterfall.
Ryn lay sprawled beneath him on the four-poster bed, the plush bedding cradling his little frame.
Sylas's hands gripped Ryn's hips, his fingers digging into soft flesh as their bodies pressed closer. The glowing marks on their arms cast a bright light across the cave walls.
Ryn's violet eyes shimmered, trust meeting Sylas's golden ones as he let out a shaky breath that sent a surge of desire through Sylas's core.
"You are mine now," Sylas murmured as he leaned down, his lips grazing the fresh mark on Ryn's neck. His tongue flicked out, tracing the mark's edges, and Ryn shivered, his fingers twisting into the sheets.
"Does it still sting, little omega?"
