Their bodies were already moving as one, drawn not just by desire but by something more ancient, predestined. Every slow thrust was a vow unspoken. Every shared breath was a promise felt in bone and soul. Ashar cradled Mae’s body with reverence, worshiping her like she was the center of his ruined universe, and now, the force remaking it. Their skin glistened under the celestial light bleeding from the ground, casting shifting gold and silver across their entwined forms. Ashar's body moved over hers with careful control, though she could feel how tightly he trembled, trying to contain what surged inside him.
Mae arched into his touch, her legs around his hips, her fingers threaded through his long hair. Her body welcomed him, every inch of her open, vulnerable, but unafraid.
“Ashar,” she
