Roxy could only manage a weak, breathy nod, her eyes fluttering shut as the last lingering tremors of her climax echoed through her tired muscles.
What was she meant to say?
Some dirty talk that would eventually turn her on again?
The nightmare she had was completely erased, replaced by a heavy, liquid warmth that melted her bones.
Torian chuckled, a low, incredibly arrogant sound that bounced off the steamed stone tiles of the bathroom. He stood up, the warm water cascading off his muscular frame.
He reached down and scooped Roxy effortlessly into his arms, lifting her out of the tub. He dried her with care, wrapping her in a thick, fluffy white towel before carrying her back to the bedroom.
Zarek was still deeply asleep in the armchair, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
