The bathroom was thick with steam, the air perfumed with lavender and something sharper—witch magic, faint and wild. Their clothes lay scattered across the stone floor, flung in a haze of urgency. Sabrina sank into the bath first, hissing at the heat before leaning back into Dmitri’s chest. He welcomed her easily, arms winding around her waist as the pulsating jets massaged their bodies beneath the water.
She let her head rest on his shoulder with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “This is ridiculous,” she murmured, content. “We live in a magical forest cottage and somehow this is the most decadent thing we’ve done.”
Dmitri chuckled, brushing his lips against her temple. He lifted her hand in front of them, fingers splayed like a spell mid-cast. “It’s insane to think this—” he gently waved h
