She looked up and said, "Someone is eager."
"He is not eager. He is a starving beast."
Cleora chuckled as she caressed his chest and then took his hands in hers, never leaving her sight of his erect shaft.
The bathroom was warm, the glow of the candles flickering against the walls as they moved closer together.
Steam rose gently from the copper basin Cleora had ordered brought in, the scent of herbs drifting faintly from the water.
She sent away the chambermaids and told them not to disturb them.
Jolthar sat down on the small wooden stool before it, his great frame looking almost out of place, far too powerful a man to be seated so humbly.
Yet here he was, stripped bare, letting her hands guide him.
Cleora moved with quiet purpose.
She dipped the cloth into the warm water, wrung it out slowly, and pressed it against his shoulder. The heat spread across his skin, drawing out a low, reluctant sigh from him.
