Her senses slowly returned to her from the darkness of sleep.
First, there was the soft thumping of a heartbeat not her own. Next was the rich, velvety sweetness of his scent through her nose. Then, the warmth and firmness of his flesh against her cheek. Finally, as she opened her eyes, she saw the loose strands of his golden hair across his chest mingling into her brown curls.
As he took soft, sleepy breaths, her head raised with his chest, Alice smiled at the peaceful feeling of being in Axel’s arms again.
True to his word, Axel had washed her. His firm, rough hands had touched every inch of her body, drawing out her moans and cries as he lathered her up and rinsed her off. He had made a mess of her and the water they sat in.
