The room pulsed with the afterglow of their intimacy, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and desire. Lucifer's chest rose and fell as he held Ella close, her body pressed against his, their breaths mingling in the dim crimson light cast by the sigil on his chest. The furs beneath them were soft, a stark contrast to the hard stone walls of the Vampire Realm's castle, but neither of them noticed the surroundings anymore. It was just them—skin to skin, hearts racing, the fire between them far from extinguished.
Ella's fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, her nails grazing the glowing sigil, sending a faint shiver through him. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing his jaw, and whispered, "You said we're not done."
