***Slightly MATURE CONTENT***
Versailles lay sprawled on the bed.
She didn't have the energy to lift a limb.
Da** wolf! He only said one more time...
She cursed herself for being so naïve as to believe the words of the hungry beast.
"Light, here. I'll massage your waist." The wolf felt embarrassed for losing control.
But even though he felt guilty, he didn't regret it.
For the first time since his mate entered the Underworld Palace, he'd had his fill and felt refreshed.
Smearing some flame oil on his hands, he climbed on the bed and knelt beside his limp mate.
His heart instantly warmed and a tender smile spread across his features. Gently, he placed his hands on her waist, and with slow, gentle strokes, he massaged her waist, her round hips, her beautiful back, and her shoulder blades.
The slick oil and her smooth skin made his task enjoyable.
In the future, I should do this more often.
