While Drayce was dreaming about that day to come, Seren was puzzled why he stopped and had gone silent all of a sudden. Just several moments ago, he was eager to take care of washing her.. 'Should I just get the washcloth from his hand and wipe myself?'
She slowly lifted her gaze to look at him, only to discover those red eyes staring at her in a daze. The moment their sights met, it pulled Drayce out from his wild fantasies and he cleared his throat. "Let's clean up." He didn't wish her to know what he was thinking.
Drayce gently washed her body with the cloth, starting from her neck going downwards towards her chest. At first, he was smug at how the trail of kisses looked like him marking his territory on her body, but upon closer inspection, he noticed how badly bruised her white milky skin was. The pink and red marks were acceptable, but there were some that were purplish.
