The warm, scented water was a liquid embrace, a soothing balm that seemed to seep into Nulissa's very bones, chasing away the last vestiges of her exhaustion and replacing it with a deep, languid contentment.
She felt weightless, adrift in a sea of bliss, held safe and secure in the circle of Jax's arms. His heartbeat was a steady, reassuring drum against her back, a primal rhythm that anchored her to this moment, to this perfect, bubble-filled sanctuary.
Jax's ministrations were nothing short of worship. He moved the soft sponge over her skin with a reverence that was humbling, his touch a paradox of strength and gentleness.
He traced the elegant lines of her shoulders, the delicate curve of her collarbones, his eyes following the path of the suds with an unwavering, focused intensity.
