The shower was a cathedral of steam and marble, the rainfall heads cascading hot water over their bodies like liquid silk. Sunlight poured through the frosted skylight above, turning the mist into a halo of gold and white. Xavier stood beneath the central shower, water sluicing down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridges of his abs, tracing the V of his hips before running off the heavy, half-hard length of his cock. Seraphina and Celene flanked him, black hair plastered to their backs and breasts, skin flushed pink from heat and use.
He didn't speak at first. He simply reached for the jasmine body oil on the marble bench, poured a generous stream into his palm, and began.
First Seraphina.
