Restoring Another Artifact

The next ten days passed in a haze of passion, exhaustion, and overwhelming pleasure.

Seraphina barely remembered what it felt like to breathe without one, or both, of her mates touching her. The moment she stirred from sleep, their hands were on her, pulling her into another round of mind-numbing ecstasy.

Whether it was day or night, it didn't matter.

Kethan and Raven barely let her out of bed, and when they did, it was only for brief moments, long enough to bathe, eat, or catch her breath, before she was dragged right back into their arms.

Her body was aching in ways she hadn't even thought possible. She was sore, marked all over by their teeth, lips, and fingers. And yet, despite her exhaustion, she couldn't bring herself to complain. Not when every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of devotion left her craving for more.

They took their time with her, savoring her, treating her like she was someone to be worshipped.