Maya's POV
My hands gripped the bedsheets as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Sebastian's strong grip on my waist never wavered, his movements steady and demanding. The bedroom lay shrouded in darkness, broken only by streaks of light from the city below filtering through the window blinds, painting shifting shadows across our intertwined forms.
"Sebastian..." His name escaped my lips like a whispered prayer as he drove deeper, his gaze locked on mine with burning intensity.
Every caress carried desperate hunger, each kiss filled with raw need, every motion between us urgent and fierce. We seemed to be grasping for something we'd left behind when we traveled from Val back to Ohalhaven. Perhaps we were forging something entirely new, something that could exist in this world, this version of our lives.
