"Nnh… mmm… slrp… mmmhh…" Serelith moaned against his mouth, her voice breaking into soft, desperate whimpers. Her hips shifted against him, a slow, instinctive grind that sent a fresh wave of heat through his core.
But then, just as he began to lose himself, the faint chime of a magical alarm echoed through the chamber. The sound was like a splash of cold water, and his focus snapped back. His eyes darted to his palm, and there—steady and strong—the green light burned bright, a pure emerald glow, untouched by the mist.
The spell had succeeded.
But Serelith's lips still pressed against his, her breath hot, her body trembling against him. He pulled back slightly, panting, their lips brushing with each shaky breath.
"Serelith… we… we did it…" he managed, his voice a strained whisper.
She blinked, her gaze focusing, and a slow, breathless smile curved her lips. "Finally… well done, Your Highness…"
