In the hazy aftermath of our latest unrestrained erotic rapture, I lay tangled amid the wreckage of overturned furniture and shattered crystal, still tingling with aftershocks. Charles pulls me closer, both of us slick with perspiration and reeking of divine decadence.
"Do you feel it, my feral goddess?" he murmurs against my dampened skin. "How utterly unshackled we've become within this temple's hallowed walls?"
I grin breathlessly, tracing the beads of sweat along the ridges of his defined abdomen. "Like Constraint persons within the mortal realm, left utterly behind the night we stormed these grounds."
Charles lets out a low, rumbling chuckle of approval. "Indeed. Each profane celebration, every unraveling of societal boundaries we've orchestrated...it's all been a ritualistic disav
