Rena straddled Jin in the middle of the battered training hall, the cracked stone beneath them a silent witness to their fierce battle and unrestrained passion. Her flaming silver wings curled slightly behind her as she pulled back, the heat of her body still lingering against his skin.
Her crimson eyes gleamed with a dangerous mixture of mischief and satisfaction. Slowly, she licked her plump, rose-tinted lips, the soft motion hypnotic in its intent.
"Thank you, my love," she murmured, voice low and teasing, "Your blood was delicious."
Jin's eyes flickered with amused sarcasm as he met her gaze. His dark hair, long and tangled from the fight, framed his pale porcelain face perfectly—so unlike the fierce warrior beneath. He bit his lower lip, a playful smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.
"And here I thought you were a half-dragon," Jin teased, voice dripping with mockery, "but now it seems my wife has taken a sudden liking to the vampire lifestyle."
Rena laughed, a deep, sultry sound that sent a shiver down Jin's spine. "Half-dragon, yes," she admitted, the fire in her eyes blazing hotter, "But your blood… it's mine now. I own you. Only mine."
Jin chuckled, shaking his head. "Then, since I am yours why don't you tell me what color of lingerie?
Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as her long white hair, the tips fading to a dull crimson, flowed like liquid silk around her shoulders. She reached for the black dress she had discarded moments ago, holding it close as though it were a forbidden fruit.
"Come here," she whispered, voice dripping with promise, "and taste the forbidden fruit."
Jin's red eyes glimmered with excitement and amusement. His grin was sharp, teasing. "Well then, my daring and fearless wife, you're becoming quite the temptress. I like that."
Rena's laugh was light and intoxicating, the tension between them palpable. "Yes, my love. But don't get too confident."
Without another word, Jin rose to his feet, wiping the sweat from his brow with a damp towel. His dark clothes clung to his lithe frame, damp with effort, but his gaze never left Rina's.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the towel toward her. It splattered across her face, the cool moisture a sudden contrast to the fiery heat of the moment.
Rina wrinkled her nose playfully, peeling the wet fabric away from her cheeks. Then, with a wicked smile, she buried her face in the towel, inhaling deeply.
"Thank you for the meal," she whispered softly, her voice a sultry caress that.
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He stood silently for a moment, watching her with an amused expression. Then, shaking his head, he remarked, "You're getting… twisted."
Rena lifted her head, the wet towel clinging to her hair, and giggled. "Maybe," she said coyly, "But your scent—" she paused, eyes narrowing teasingly "—is rather intoxicating. Is that the power of the Moon's mana, or do you just bathe in mana water every day?"
Jin laughed, the sound deep and genuine. "Nothing like that. Just plain mana water," he answered, though a secret thought flickered in his mind: It must be the Green Moon's healing mana…
They both fell silent for a heartbeat, the charged atmosphere thick between them. The remnants of their battle hung in the air—the power, the passion, the unspoken promises.
Jin moved closer, fingers brushing a stray lock of white hair from Rena's flushed face. "You know, I never expected to find such fire beneath that delicate exterior," he said with a teasing edge.
Rina's red eyes flashed with boldness. "Delicate? That's a new one."
He smirked. "Oh, I'm just getting started."
Her laughter rang through the ruined hall, sweet and sultry, as the fading light cast shadows across her flawless white skin—the soft curve of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the black fabric of the dress she held. Every inch of her seemed to glow with life and danger intertwined.
"Careful, Jin," she said, voice low and intimate, "You might be tempting fate with words like that."
Jin's grin deepened, and his fingers traced a path from her cheek down to her collarbone, where a faint sheen of sweat caught the dying light.
"Fate's already ours to command," he whispered, leaning closer.
Rena's heart hammered in her chest as their lips met again—this time slower, filled with the promise of nights yet to come and battles still to fight.
Between heated kisses, their playful banter continued, each word laced with meaning and desire, a dance of power and surrender.
"I think," Jin murmured against her lips, "You just might be the most dangerous weapon I've ever known."
"And you," Rena breathed back, "are the only one I'd ever willingly fall into the fire for."
The air crackled between them—an unspoken pact sealed with flame and blood.
Then Jin thought and said in his mind, yes, the plan succeeded by 30%. Only the feelings remain. Then I will turn it into something that no one can break.
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Heat: Sorry, today I will only publish one chapter because I published all the chapters at once a few days ago, so I need to rearrange and rewrite some dialogues, and I need to think of a new scenario for the next chapter. 🙏🏻