Chapter 1322

By the time the stars began to dim and the horizon turned the faintest hue of lavender and rose, the clearing had transformed into something sacred. The moss was crushed flat in the center where bodies had writhed and clung and poured themselves into one another, but it was richer now, vibrant with a pulsing glow, like it had absorbed every drop of pleasure, every ounce of their devotion. The air was warm with the scent of sweat, sex, and blooming petals.