Rae's POV
The water was perfect hot enough to melt every last knot in my muscles, lavender curling up in the steam, bubbles thick enough to hide the bruises blooming on my hips.
Killian knelt beside the porcelain, forearms flexing every time he dipped the soft washcloth.
He started at my shoulders, slow circles that made me sigh and sink deeper. The cloth trailed down my arms, over my wrists, between each finger like he was memorizing me.
When he reached my neck he leaned in, brushed his lips against the shell of my ear, and kissed the spot just below it soft, lingering, tasting my skin.
"You smell like me now," he murmured, voice low and satisfied.
I shivered despite the heat.
He moved to my collarbones, tracing them with the cloth, then lower. When he reached my breasts he pause
