Ophelia nearly fainted at his words. She felt an ache and throb below her stomach, right at her entrance. The feeling had become familiar around him, by now.
Ophelia stared up at him in disbelief. Even his neck was strong. With each word, his adam's apples went up and down. He was brazen with his naked body, shamelessly not caring that his hardened length was poking at her skin.
"L-let me wash you i-instead," Ophelia suddenly said. He was serving her and it wasn't supposed to be this way.
Killorn grabbed her waist with his muscular hand and shook his head. He liked touching her. In response, she hugged her knees in a weak attempt to hide her naked body.
"It'll be alright," Killorn said in a quiet voice that pulled her into obedience. Her breathing quickened. Calmly, he rubbed the sponge down her body.
