Alarics vein was throbbing with desire for his wife, he hungered go racism her but he knew she was soft and with the amount of rain she'd had soak her before he came he couldn't trust her body not to weaken.
He needed to take care of her first.
Salviana loved the intimacy of this night and she didn't want it to end, she sighed and got comfortable in his arms she froze when she felt aware of her boobs rubbing his hard chest.
He nipples hardened and probed while she held her breath sharply, she missed Alarics smirk because she was busy trying not to feel the friction of their bodies touching.
Alaric stepped into the steaming pool of water, holding her securely. The heat of the bath enveloped them both as they sank into its depths with a shared sigh.
The warmth immediately relieved their bones of the fight it was raging against the cold.