The ground floor of the Endless Tower was dead silent when Klaus finally opened his eyes.
There was no blaring alarm clock as he blinked, staring up at the dark vaulted ceiling.
The pale glowing white runes carved into the obsidian pillars were starting to flicker and dim, casting long fading shadows across the stone floor.
Klaus sat up slowly and then he looked down at the absolute disaster zone he was sitting in.
The heavy fur mattress was completely ruined.
It was soaked through with sweat, thick white foam, his semen and the smell of both of their bodies combining.
The thick animal hides were torn at the edges where Mirela's fingernails had desperately dug in during the mating press, and the wooden frame beneath the furs was actually cracked straight down the middle from the force of his thrusts.
Mirela was already out of bed.
Klaus ran a hand through his long luminescent silver hair, pushing the heavy strands out of his eyes.
