Nia reappeared in the center of Lester and Victoria's private chambers.
The room was spacious and lavish, with walls of gleaming black marble streaked with crimson lightning and a ceiling swallowed by swirling shadows.
At its center stood a massive bed of dark silk and bone, while crimson light from floating orbs sent long, flickering shadows dancing across glistening skin.
"AHH! MORE LESTER!"
Lester, towering and broad-shouldered, charcoal-black skin etched in glowing crimson runes—had Victoria bent over the edge of the bed, gripping her hips with bruising force.
He thrust into her from behind with brutal rhythm, low growls rumbling from his chest, hair whipping with each motion. Victoria arched beneath him, her hair spilling across silk sheets, moans sharp and commanding, claws raking the mattress as she pushed back into him.
They were wrapped up in each other, the war fading from their minds for a fleeting moment.
Then Nia showed up.
