The clearing was still, the aftermath of the primal intimacy heavy in the air. I lay beside the woman, our bodies entwined, her eyes half-lidded, the hint of a smile on her lips. The words she had whispered echoed in my mind—an admission that held more weight than I had expected.
"I don't think I want this to end."
The bond wasn't solidified yet, not completely. But it was there—a fragile connection, just waiting for me to seal it. The next step was up to me. She needed a name, and I needed to complete what we had begun. But for now, we rested, our breaths mingling, our energies intertwined.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and I lifted my head, my eyes narrowing as I tried to focus. Victor—my beloved Victor—stepped cautiously into the clearing, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of us. I could see the concern flicker across his face, the tension in his stance as he took in the scene—two bodies, naked and intertwined, breathing heavily.
