The bathroom was enveloped in a thick, warm steam, laden with the sweet scent of the bath oils Elion had poured into the water.
The light was soft, golden, emanating from candles positioned on the edge of the tub and the marble sink, making the droplets on the tiled walls sparkle like diamonds. The sound of the water, a gentle, rhythmic plop, accompanied their subtle movements.
Kael sat at the bottom of the tub, the warm water reaching his waist.
Elion was nestled in his lap, her back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. The position was intimate, almost a liquid embrace.
The connection between them was total, inescapable; he was buried in her to the core, a silent and complete claim. Her skin was warm and soft against his, and he could feel every curve of her body through the thin film of water and foam.
