Seraphina's back arched as if caught in a dream of fire and frost.
David held her tightly as her body trembled, waves of energy rippling under her skin. The final shudders of the Sacred Essence Cultivation had passed, but the intensity of it still lingered. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat glistening across her pale skin. The chamber was thick with the scent of sex, mana, and transformation.
David didn't move.
He remained inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, his hands gently cupping her trembling waist as he leaned down, lips brushing against her throat. The heat between them hadn't faded, it simmered now, like coals under the surface of something deeper, something awakening.
Veylith stood frozen a few steps away, her crimson eyes wide with something between disbelief and awe.
