Althea stirred, a faint tickle against her skin pulling her from sleep. Her brows furrowed slightly as she blinked her eyes open—only to find Gavriel hovering over her, his lips grazing her neck. He was licking and softly suckling the sensitive skin just above her collarbone.
“Gav…” she mumbled groggily, her voice barely a whisper.
“We’re here,” he murmured against her skin, his voice deep and husky. “The bath is ready. Come bathe with me.”
Before she could process what he meant, he drew back and rose to his feet. Althea slowly sat up, glancing around in dazed awe at the unfamiliar surroundings. The massive bed beneath her was like something from a royal dream, draped in dark silks and rich textures.
The entire room exuded masculine elegance—warm wood, clean lines, and a commanding en
