Without a word, he slips his arms beneath her and lifts her effortlessly, holding her against his chest as though she weighs nothing at all. He lowers her into the warm water with slow, careful movements, making sure she’s comfortable before stepping in behind her.
Elena relaxes instantly, her back settling against him, her head resting beneath his chin. His arms wrap around her waist, drawing her closer into the cradle of his body.
Ryker presses a soft kiss to her shoulder, then traces light circles over her new marking spot with the tip of his finger — reverent, gentle, as if memorizing the shape of what now binds them forever.
“That was perfect,” Elena murmurs, her voice soft and dreamy.
Ryker presses a kiss to her temple. “I agree.” He studies her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “H
