The soft glow of the lanterns flickered against the room's walls, casting shadows that seemed to move in rhythm with them.
Riley knew he had a duty to fulfill—a purpose to this healing.
But in that moment, with Fay's body responding so beautifully beneath his hands, he found it increasingly difficult to remind himself that this was just a treatment.
Meanwhile, Fay was drowning in sensation, her body overtaken by an unfamiliar yet intoxicating pleasure.
The warmth of Riley's hands against her skin felt like fire melting the ice that had plagued her all her life.
Every touch sent ripples of heat through her veins, making her tremble beneath his firm yet careful grip.
What is this…? she thought hazily, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming bliss.
All she had ever known was the relentless chill that seeped into her bones, the constant ache of her condition.
Pain had been her only companion, her body nothing more than a prison.
