The Bath - Part 3
Each grind sent heat surging through him, the pressure growing unbearable. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her neck. “I want my debt gone,” she whispered. “Freedom.”
The heated cups clung to Konrad’s back like warm, inverted bells, each pulling at his skin until the ache in his muscles turned to something looser, almost fluid. He heard the physician murmur something to his assistant — and then realized the voice had changed. “Stay still, my Lord,” a soft, accented lilt instructed. “This last one must sit longer.” He froze. That voice. Isla moved within his peripheral vision, dark hair...