A word she had once associated with ease, happiness: 'A delicious languor.'

She must be tired, for a delicious languor was stealing over her.

A delicious languor stole through all her limbs.

As She spoke, her eyes were filled with a delicious languor.

Arian stiffened as a murky current of shame began to seep through her delicious languor.

A delicious languor stole through Catherine.

All her limbs were pervaded by a delicious languor.

I stretched with delicious languor as Harlan continued, 'and I want him in here where we can be private.'

He felt a pleasant, almost delicious, languor.

It was the smugness in his voice that shattered Honoria's delicious, dreamy languor.