Ophelia's gaze conveyed nothing but the deep, insatiable desire she had suppressed for Ryan for so long.
And as their tongues touched, intertwined in a passionate, wet kiss that quickly raised the temperature in the gloom, their fragile moment of intimacy was brutally interrupted.
The dense dome of magical darkness surrounding them and isolating them from the rest of the world suddenly vanished in a deafening explosion.
Thick smoke, stone dust, and heavy debris flew everywhere, filling the master bedroom with absolute chaos that made the floor shake beneath the bed. The cold mountain wind suddenly rushed into the room, hitting their bare skin.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Helen screamed at the top of her lungs, bursting into the room with her sword drawn. Her eyes blazed with fury at the compromising scene on the bed.
"I should be asking you that. What the hell are you doing destroying my room, Helen?" Ryan immediately questioned.
