A soft press against her forehead stirred Kiara from the haze. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the familiar contours of Asher’s face. His thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone, his eyes held a depth of adoration that made a blush creep up her neck. She looked away, a shy warmth blooming in her chest.
He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her. In one smooth motion, he gathered her slight form into his arms, carrying her towards the washroom. He settled her gently on the cool porcelain counter. He dampened a plush towel with lukewarm water, the steam curling faintly, and began to wipe away the crimson droplets clinging to her inner thighs, then moved with slow, deliberate care between her legs.
A soft whimper escaped Kiara’s throat. The warm, damp cloth brushed against he
