5 Minutes of Compliance.

Mariah laid panting, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. She could still feel the imprint of Caedes within her, a lingering ecstasy that curled and coiled around her spine. His scent clung to her skin, a potent mix of musk and wilderness that made her heart flutter with each inhale. She allowed the throbbing rhythm of their shared release to simmer amidst the silence. The stillness of the moment, punctuated only by their heavy breaths and the soft crackling of the fire, seemed almost surreal after their intense carnal dance.

His kiss left her with a sense of profound satisfaction, a quiet reassurance that reverberated within her core. His hulking form was a comforting presence on top of her, the steady rhythm of his heart a soothing lullaby to her senses. She could feel his gaze upon her, the intensity of it almost a tangible caress on her skin, and she turned to meet it. His eyes were still heavy with desire, but there was a tenderness in them now that left her breathless. She found herself losing herself in that emerald gaze, drawn to the depth of emotion that she found there. The fire in the hearth bathed him in a warm, golden glow, accentuating the rugged lines of his body and the scars that crisscrossed his features.

With a soft, contented sigh, Mariah gently shifted herself to allow him to lay on his side- her facing him, holding him close as they remained entangled. Each subsequent pulse of their connection sent a hushed thrill through her veins, a sweet, lingering echo of their shared passion. She lightly traced the jagged scar that ran down his cheek, her fingers dancing lightly over the ridges. This man had claimed her completely, body, mind, and soul- and she found herself willingly lost in him.

Mariah didn’t stir again for some time, allowing their peaceful rhythm to lull her into a state of quiet contemplation. But when she was able to once again separate his soul from her own, she rose from her bed, her body still glowing with the residual warmth of their passion. On a nearby shelf, she gingerly grabbed two small but identical trinkets- they were intended to be worn as jewelry, A glossy red finished metal adorned with a black stud on either piece. But of course, what their final purpose would be, she didn’t know, or really even cared. It’s what they represented that mattered to her. Once she had the pieces in her possession, she quickly returned to Caedes, rejoining him on her bed with ease. She settled in close to him, seating herself as she offered the studded metal to him on an open palm. “I want you to have these,” she murmured, her voice a soft whisper against the stillness of her den. “Don’t feel obligated to wear them, but I wanted you to have them.” As she passed them into his care, she offered him an affectionate grin. “For me.” She hesitated, meeting his verdant gaze once more. “For us.”

"Mariah Mendacium"