Astennu
“So, has Elan’s sage and basil oil been a triumph?” I whispered in Evie’s ear, placing a few butterfly kisses on that wonderfully soft patch of skin at the back of it. It was strange how well such a delicate plant scent paired perfectly with her strong and heady spiced vanilla aroma.
The ice water sloshed up the sides of the roll-top bath when her back arched as I pressed my thumbs in between her shoulder blades, easing her sore muscles.
“It works a treat,” her head fell back onto my chest, tickling my nose with the herb scent of her conditioner.
The potency of her scent was dissipating, decreasing to near enough her pre-heat levels. The burning still lingered in her flesh, though, and her exertions had caught up with her in the form of immensely tight and drained muscles. I th
