ZINA
And indeed, a world was burning around them. Their world even.
And perhaps that very fact intensified the burn on her skin as Daemon pried off every single piece of her clothing until she was stark naked and a puddle in his hands.
Right there, there was no care for propriety and duty. No cars for the sunlight that streamed into the room, adding to the decadence of ther situation. It was just her bare skin pressing against his clothed ones. And Zina had to agree that that was a decadence of its own.
In just few months, it felt like she had grown far beyond what should have been ordinarily possible and obtainable. Going from a woman who held onto her vows of chastity to Daemon's woman who was introduced to the burning world of matehood and pleasure had been quite the transformation to say so herself.
She thought nothing could top that.