The Reunion

The chamber's heat still lingered in the air, a slow-burning aftermath of pleasures claimed and boundaries shattered. Nayya sat astride Renji's lap, her lips still swollen from their last kiss, her golden-brown hair clinging to her cheeks, flushed with satisfaction.

"You're something else," she purred, her breath tickling his ear. "No wonder Aphrodite marked you."

Renji let out a breath, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. "Guess I've got a lot to live up to."

She leaned in, placing one last, lingering kiss on his lips—slow, sensual, and possessive. When she pulled back, her smile was warm with just a tinge of sadness. "You'll summon me again, won't you?"

"You're mine now," Renji said, touching her cheek. "I'll always bring you back."

Nayya nodded, slipping off his lap. As she stepped into the glow of her amulet, her figure shimmered like golden light melting into the air. "Then until next time, Master."