Lumina slipped through the shimmering veil back into the Celestial Realm, legs trembling so violently she feared they might give out beneath her.
Each step sent fresh fire racing up her thighs and through her core a deep, throbbing punishment from Ashen's unrelenting hunger in the outer realm.
He had taken her more than seven times, perhaps eight or nine, and q she had lost count somewhere between the mirror and the bed. Rough, possessive, insatiable.
Her body bore every mark, bruises on her hips from his grip, bite marks blooming across her neck and breasts, the raw, swollen ache between her legs that burned with every movement.
Yet beneath the pain lingered a dark, secret thrill she had never felt so utterly claimed.
She clutched her cloak tighter, forcing her spine straight despite the weakness in her knees.
