Two days later, the opulent chamber in the mountain palace still carried the faint scent of their passionate entanglements.
The sweat and the lingering aura of remnant energies swaying in the room were more than enough to describe the wildness and also Zenova's breakthroughs.
Davis lay down, sprawled on the massive bed, his body entwined with Zenova's in a lazy, possessive cuddle. Her head rested on his chest, her raven hair cascading like silk over his skin, while one of her long, toned legs draped over his thigh. The sheets were a tangled mess around them, evidence of the nonstop dual cultivation sessions that had pushed her cultivation from the Early Empyrean Stage straight into the mid levels, her body now radiating a subtle, fiery glow that matched the flames of her heritage.
She traced lazy circles on his abdomen with her fingertip, her touch light yet charged with electrifyingly hot yin essence, sending subtle sparks of pleasure through him.
