After more s*x, in the kitchen, living room, and even again on the stairs, Dion carried me up to the bedroom and let me rest for a bit on the bed while he filled the bath. The fragrant foamy water is now surrounding us as I lean back against his chest, letting my body go lax against his warmth.
His hands keep skimming the surface of my skin, leaving trails of electrical currents. Every time I hum in satisfaction at his touch, his chest starts to vibrate as his beast purrs.
I feel cherish. I feel wanted. I feel adored.
If this is the life of the Lady of the district, I am all for it.
“You smell so much sweeter in the bath,” Dion husks, running his nose down my neck. “It’s intoxicating.”
“What do I smell like?” I asked, tempted to sniff my armpits on the off chance he was suggesting
