The cavern walls shimmered with the last glow of fading beastfire. Blood still stained Travis's arm, yet his stance was as calm as ever, sharp eyes locked on the half-naked figure sprawled across the moss-covered stone.
Lucy's red eyes, wild and teasing just moments ago, now shimmered with uncertainty. She sat with her thighs spread wide in a silent dare, her body radiating heat. Her voice, sultry and cracked with desire, broke the silence.
"You held back earlier. You're strong… stronger than I imagined. Are you gonna claim your prize now, or keep standing there like a monk?"
Travis said nothing. He didn't move like a man answering temptation. He moved like a storm descending on prey.
In a single stride, he stood over her, then dropped to his knees. His hand snaked out, not tenderly, but with authority, fingers gripping her throat—not to choke, but to own.
Her breath hitched. "You think you can—"
