Sunlight filtered through the fractured stained glass,
painting the temple's ancient stone floor with shards of ruby, sapphire, and
gold. The morning air was cool and fragrant with pine and wild herbs, a gentle contrast
to the warmth radiating from the bed where Selene, Lucien, and Ronan lay
entwined.
Selene's fingers drifted slowly over Lucien's chest,
tracing the steady rise and fall of muscles beneath smooth, pale skin. His
crimson eyes fluttered open, heavy-lidded but softening as they met hers. A
slow smile curved his lips—a smile born of vulnerability, relief, and a love
hard-won.
"Morning," he murmured, voice husky yet tender.
Selene's breath caught. "Morning, love."
Ronan's strong arms encircled both of them, his wolfish
heat grounding her. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending a shiver
down her spine. "We survived," he whispered, voice rough with emotion.
"Together."
She leaned into him, the scent of forest and earth wrapping
around her like a protective cloak. "More than survived," she said. "We
thrived."
Their bodies shifted with slow grace, a dance born of
countless shared battles and whispered nights. Lucien's fingers wove into
Selene's hair as Ronan's hands roamed her back and hips, their touches a
perfect balance of hunger and reverence.
Selene's lips found Lucien's, soft and searching, while
Ronan's mouth trailed heated kisses down her neck. Their breaths mingled in the
quiet sanctuary, every sigh and murmur a pledge deeper than any spell.
"I love you," Lucien breathed against her skin, voice
trembling.
"And I love you," Selene replied, her heart full to
bursting.
Ronan's hands tightened gently, a silent vow. "Always."
They moved together beneath the kaleidoscope of morning
light, every touch a testament to their unbreakable bond. When the world
outside called with shadows and threats, here — in each other's arms — they
found peace, power, and the promise of forever.
The temple, once a battlefield, was now a sanctuary of
love, passion, and unyielding devotion.
Together. Unstoppable. Home.