Raegar felt the water was hot, putting a smile on his face. He scooped a handful, splashing it over his chest, the liquid trailing down his torso, washing away the sweat of their passionate sex. As he scrubbed his skin, his thoughts drifted back to the palace. Those towering walls that loomed in his mind as much as they did on the horizon.
His fingers worked the soap into a lather, scraping under his nails and across the corded muscles of his arms. The Aether in his veins hummed faintly, sharpening his senses, making every droplet feel like a pinprick, every sound amplified in his ears. Alice's voice cut through the haze, teasing and sharp, calling him to hurry up.
He glanced over, catching her silhouette through the steam, her curves slick and glistening as she towelled off, causing his lust to explode once again. A smirk tugged at his lips, but it faded quickly. 'There's no time for distractions now,' he thought, grinning. 'I'll spend the night making love to them.'
