It was truly refreshing, feeling the water on her skin, washing away the blood and frost that had accumulated onto her body over time as she fought in that frozen hell.
Truly the only good thing that came from it was him, the one who had fought with her throughout the entirety of the dungeon, the only one whom she could freely trust in this world.
Her only connection to this world, Azreal, her Azreal, the very same one who was currently washing her back of all the filth that she had collected while in that hellhole with him.
His touch upon her skin felt nothing short of addictive.
Each rub felt right, like his hands were always meant to be there, to the point that if he moved away, her body began to subconsciously chase after his touch.
But it was during this chase that she felt it, hot, hard, thick, and long.
She didn't have to think for even a second to know what it was.
