[Rating: Mature — Contains sensual self-exploration, suggestive themes, and explicit physical descriptions]
The bathroom was a cocoon of steam, thick and heavy, curling against the glass. The air carried the musky weight of jasmine soap, mingling with the faint, undeniable tang of her own aroused scent.
Seleyena stood completely bare before the fogged mirror, her tall, elegant silhouette a ghostly curve in the mist. She was flushed, trembling slightly, her usually pristine body now a canvas of dark secrets etched in shadow and heat.
Two nights ago, Cruxius had claimed her—her first, her only.
His large hands and his relentless mouth had left her thoroughly marked. Deep bruises and raw bite marks pulsed beneath her pale skin, stirring her usually calm, professional heart into a chaotic storm of wonder, shame, and a hungry, dripping ache she couldn't quite name.
