ERIS
Consciousness returned slowly, like wading through honey.
For a blissful handful of seconds, I didn't remember where I was or what had happened. There was only the soft glow of bioluminescent light painting patterns across my closed eyelids, the distant sound of water flowing over stones, and a bone-deep exhaustion that suggested I'd survived something physically demanding.
And then memory crashed back in with all the subtlety of a collapsing building.
The forest. The conversation. The way Soren's eyes had glowed with ice magic and barely restrained desire. His hands on my body. His mouth everywhere. The way he'd systematically taken me apart with nothing but his fingers and his voice and his absolute refusal to let me maintain any dignity whatsoever.
The way I'd fallen apart. Repeatedly.
