Olivia slipped deeper into the bath, the scalding heat licking up her thighs, steam rising in soft veils that clung to her skin.
Her nipples, flushed pink, stood stiff above the surface, the waterline just kissing the undercurve of her breasts.
She leaned her head back, lids heavy, hair damp against her neck, and let her legs fall open beneath the water.
Her fingers grazed her inner thigh, tracing slow, teasing circles, stoking a burning need that pulsed through her like wildfire.
The memory crashed in—Lor beneath her in the undercroft, his hazel eyes wide, drunk on her taste, lips slick and glistening, tongue wickedly patient.
She'd straddled his face, knees planted on the cool stone, one hand gripping the wall as her soaked pussy ground against his mouth, his tongue lapping her clit with slow, hungry flicks that sent shivers through her core.
"Mmh," she moaned, voice rising like smoke, throat tight with raw, desperate need.
