Elara's POV

The world outside the penthouse became an irrelevant memory, a distant hum. The real world was here, within these walls, in the space between him and me. It was a world of touch, of unspoken needs, of a love so deep it was starting to feel less like a bond and more like a fusion. Our physical intimacy had changed. It was no longer about a primal, carnal rush, but about something far older, far more sacred. The rhythm of his needs had become the only law we followed.