One week had passed in the hidden sanctuary like a dream someone was afraid to wake up from. Seven days of stolen peace where Ronan and Elias existed in a world that belonged only to them. They spent long hours talking, sometimes arguing, sometimes laughing in ways that felt foreign to both of them. Nights blurred into tangled sheets and slow, exploratory touches. The bond had settled into something steadier, less frantic. The sharp pain of separation had dulled. They could be apart for a while now, maybe two months at most, before it started pulling at them again. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to let them breathe.That last morning, they lay cuddled together in the big bed, sunlight spilling across the furs. Ronan had his arm wrapped around Elias’s waist, pulling the vampire flush against his chest. They weren’t rushing. There was no urgency this time, just slow, lazy movements. Ronan’s hips rolled gently against Elias’s, grinding in a slow rhythm that had them both breathing
Last Updated : 2026-07-23
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