Third-person POV
When it was all over, Liam felt a deep exhaustion settle into his bones.
Yet, beneath the fatigue, his entire body thrummed with a raw, uncontrolled desire, a relentless pulse that left him aching.
"Thank you so much for saving us," Jasmin approached him, her voice soft with genuine gratitude as she offered a sincere bow.
The young man wanted to talk to her longer, but a wave of dizziness washed over him. It had been easy to ignore the desire during the fight; his rage had consumed his mind entirely.
But now, in the quiet aftermath, it was a different story.
He knew better than to remove the ring at that moment. He was certain that if he did, he would be completely overwhelmed by that uncontrollable need, driven to fuck relentlessly for days just to alleviate the built-up pressure.
The best course of action, as Lilith had explained, was to let the accumulated power gradually fade away on its own.
