Chapter 35: Violet Nights and Saltlight
The room glowed with a gentle, amber hue—the kind of light that made everything look softer, warmer, more intimate.
A single Himalayan salt lamp cast a golden-orange shimmer across the walls, its soft, milky light flickering gently like a heartbeat.
Outside, the night was quiet, wrapped in the stillness of early spring.
Inside, Lina lay on her stomach, her bare skin pressed against the cool cotton sheets.
The scent of white blossoms and violets floated in the air—heady, floral, laced with a promise she couldn't quite name.
It was the oil Jonas had bought after she once mentioned she loved the smell of early summer gardens. She hadn't expected him to remember.
Warm hands touched her lower back—firm, slow, reverent.
"You're tense," Jonas murmured, kneeling beside her. His voice was a low hum in the quiet.
"It's been… a long day," she whispered, her breath hitching as his thumbs worked their way up along her spine.
"Mmm," he answered, dipping lower, his mouth grazing the top of her shoulder. "Let me fix that."
His lips brushed over her skin in feather-light kisses—down her neck, across the ridge of her shoulder blade, lingering just behind her ear.
Lina felt the shift in her body before she registered it in her mind. That familiar pull of desire, but deeper now—slower. Not rushed. Not just need, but knowing.
His fingers slid down, tracing the curve of her waist, dipping to her hip, then back up again—skimming, teasing, memorizing.
When he reached her thighs, she parted them instinctively, heart racing.
"Jonas…" she whispered.
He kissed the small of her back, both hands now pressing against her hips as he leaned closer.
"You smell like wildflowers," he murmured, half into her skin. "And sin."
She laughed—soft, breathy, warm. "That's a dangerous mix."
He grinned against her lower back, then slid his hand down her thigh, letting his fingers trail over her inner leg before curling around her calf, her ankle, the arch of her foot.
His other hand found the dip of her lower back again, then drifted lower, cupping her softly.
"You're shaking," he said.
"You're the reason," she breathed.
With one motion, he flipped her gently onto her back, her legs falling open around him as he hovered above her, eyes dark and fixed on hers.
"I want all of you," he said, voice gravelly now, thick with hunger.
"Every breath, every sound you make, every time you fall apart under me."
She reached for him, pulling his face down to hers. Their lips met in a kiss that was both slow and desperate, filled with everything they hadn't yet said—everything they had.
His body settled against hers, skin to skin, heat to heat. He moved like he knew her—slow at first, with deep, grounding thrusts, then faster as her breath hitched, her body arching beneath him.
She clung to him, legs around his waist, nails tracing lines down his back.
Moans tangled in the air with the scent of flowers and salt. Time dissolved.
When she came undone, it was with a cry that filled the room like a prayer—raw, beautiful, real.
And he followed—eyes locked on hers, forehead pressed to hers, murmuring her name like a vow.
Afterward, they lay tangled in each other, her head on his chest, his fingers stroking slow circles over her arm.
"I could stay like this forever," she said, eyes half-closed.
"Let's," he whispered. "Let's make forever."
The salt lamp still glowed softly, casting their shadows onto the walls like a quiet blessing.
And somewhere inside her, a new heartbeat quietly began.