[Volume 2] Chapter 39

The air in Elena's room hung heavy with sweat and heat, the faint drone of Argon City's neon chaos buzzing through the gap in the window. The bed creaked—sheets tangled and damp—as Ryn pressed her down, hands gripping her hips, firm and unyielding against her toughened skin.

Elena moved beneath him—chestnut hair splayed wild across the pillow, steel-blue eyes glinting with a raw, unguarded hunger. Her breath broke—sharp, needy—as she rocked up to meet him.

Ryn's amber eyes locked on hers—dark-brown hair plastered to his brow, sweat gleaming as he thrust deeper, his body radiating a natural warmth that seeped into her. Her hands—cool, steady—gripped his shoulders, fingers pressing hard into muscle, tracing, as their rhythm built—raw, relentless. The room thrummed with their gasps, the slap of skin on skin drowning out the distant city roar, the mattress protesting under their weight.