Author's POV

The warm, scented air of the bathroom still clung to their skin as the trio moved, a silent, intertwined mass, from the large, ornate tub to the sprawling expanse of the master bed. Alina, still trembling from the raw, exquisite invasion of shared hunger, allowed herself to be guided, her limbs heavy with a blissful exhaustion that warred with a burgeoning, undeniable arousal.