The area around the two naked figures was still thick with heat and tension, the air electric with the remnants of what had just happened.
The scent of sweat, desire, and raw emotions clung to the cold, ancient stone walls, mixing with the ever-present aura of decay and dark mana in the ruins.
Asher's breath was heavy, his muscles taut, his mind still reeling from what had just occurred. What the hell had he done? Did he really kiss her?
He had always seen her as less than a slave and hated her so much he never wanted to kiss her and make her feel like a person.
He didn't know why but shortly after the moment their bodies joined together, it was like a dam breaking.
All that anger.
All that hatred.
All that pent-up frustration.
It had all exploded into something violent, something desperate—something that neither of them could stop.
