The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Lockwood mansion. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and intimate, filled with the remnants of passion and the soft sounds of their breathing. Isla lay nestled against Liam, her body still tingling from their recent lovemaking. It had been a ravishing experience, one that left her feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.
As she shifted slightly, she felt a twinge of discomfort, a reminder of the intensity of their connection. Liam, ever perceptive, noticed her movement and immediately sat up, concern etched on his face. “Isla, are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with care.
“I’m fine,” she replied, but the truth was that she felt a bit sore. The intensity of their lovemaking had left its mark, and she wasn’t sure how to express that without dampening the mood.
Liam’s expression softened, and he reached for a small vial on the bedside table. “Here, drink this,” he said, pouring a shimmering liquid into a gla
