Althea stirred, a faint tickle against her skin pulling her from sleep. Her brows furrowed slightly as she blinked her eyes open—only to find Gavriel hovering over her, his lips grazing her neck. He was licking and softly suckling the sensitive skin just above her collarbone.

“Gav…” she mumbled groggily, her voice barely a whisper.

“We’re here,” he murmured against her skin, his voice deep and husky. “The bath is ready. Come bathe with me.”

Before she could process what he ...