BE WARNED. SMUT AWAITS
Jophiel swallowed the lump in her throat for the nth time, her eyes involuntarily worshipping Darion's visible body. As if with a mind of their own, her hands supported her frame. She crawled out of the bed and stood there, blinking innocently.
"Here. I can't reach my back," Darion said with a demonstration. His muscles were so big that they prevented him from reaching his own back.
Jophiel's lips parted before she moved behind him. From this vantage position, she could have a bird's eye view of his well built torso.
"Are you just going to watch?" Darion asked, breaking her from her daydream. Frantically, she picked the soap on the edge of the tub, her hands resting a few inches from his skin.
