his whisper more like a growl with the depth of his voice. He slipped one hand down from my hair to my chest, tweaking my nipples. "These breasts. Every inch of you." I let my hips rise up in the water, my feet propped at the far end, to encourage this line of thought, and Khell'ar's hand traveled south, covering my rounded stomach with an impressive span of his hand that made me look quite a bit smaller, before reaching my pelvis and pushing me back down in the water with another rumble. "You are tempting, but I am in control," he reminded me, returning to the task of washing me. "Now lean
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