In the Past.
After an exhaustingly hot, steamy hour with a fire literally burning inside him, Sett finally had enough. He stood up and stretched himself in some distant desert, having run a long distance from the palace.
Damn, I am exhausted, he muttered a curse inwardly.
The whole hour, Nadia had become liquid fire and gave him the most absurd sexual experience in his life. She was fire—and fire coiled around him in the most intense way by coursing through his manhood; in ways he didn't even know was possible.
Sett loved and hated it at the same time.
"The moment you come out, you are dead," he growled, his voice thick with frustration.
A playful flutter of warmth danced in his gut.
"Then I am not coming out!" A small, fearful voice echoed inside him.
Sett smirked. "Okay, then." He crossed his arms. "Stay inside me. Let's see how long you last."
A pause. Then, in the sweetest, most coaxing tone—
