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"Don't move." Rhys murmured softly before rising gracefully from the bed and making his way to the bathroom. The room was filled with the soothing sound of running water. When he returned, he brought with him a warm, damp towel and a handful of tissues. 

Gently, he tended to her, wiping away any remnants of their passion from her stomach.

He spread her legs apart with care and continued to clean her, tenderly wiping along her inner thighs before pressing the warm towel against her sensitive and swollen intimate area. 

She let out a contented sigh, basking in the sensation as he continued to attend to her with the utmost care and attention.

"I have arranged a relaxing and warm bath for you," Rhys said as he placed the towel on her bedside and lifted her into his arms. "It will alleviate any soreness you may be experiencing."

The tub was already filled with warm water as he carried her into the bathroom and carefully placed her into it.