The couple didn't care about the dungeon's core little scheme. They would take their time to enjoy this paradise until they became tired of it.
Lilith, still dripping from her earlier swim, grabbed Gabriel's hand and tugged.
"Come on, hubby. You've cooked enough. Now you swim."
He barely had time to set down his wine glass before she pulled him to his feet. His yellow floral shirt was discarded in a heap on the grass. His shorts followed a moment later—leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark, fitted swimming trunks that clung to his hips.
"Bossy," he said, smiling.
"Always," she replied, and pushed him into the lake.
Splash!
The cool water closed over his head. He surfaced, sputtering, his golden hair plastered to his forehead. Lilith stood at the water's edge, hands on her hips, laughing—a bright, carefree sound that echoed off the cascades.
"You'll pay for that," Gabriel warned, his eyes gleaming.
He lunged.
