Roy's body trembled under the touch of Delilah's delicate fingers. The way she tended to him was otherworldly, making him feel like a king being served by a goddess. Her cold fingers caressed his hot skin, leaving a trail of fire on every inch they touched.
"No. Of course not."
Roy couldn't object even if he tried. Who in their right mind would refuse such a beauty?
He surrendered to her ministrations, enjoying every touch.
The air was filled with a sweet, calming scent that seemed to envelop him entirely. It was only when he sniffed the air a few times to find its source that he realized the scent was coming from Delilah. She was thoroughly washed when they were in the river, and the fireballs that were created to light up the way had dried her, causing her natural smell to bloom.
