Damon turned his head slightly. Erin had slipped into the bath with him, her naked form pressing against his back.
The crimson liquid lapped at her pale shoulders, and her wet, dark hair was plastered to her skin, making the startling blue-green of her eyes seem even more vibrant in the dim light. She offered no excuse, her expression a mixture of devotion and a strange, primal confidence.
"I was told a proper massage requires direct contact to transfer warmth and energy, my Lord," she murmured, her voice a low purr against his ear. "It is most effective this way."
Damon let out a short laugh. "I'm sure Riven's lesson was very… thorough."
He was just happy this one hadn't met Ellora next. Sure, he had the self-control to withstand one of them, but the two of them combined? He doubted if any man in his right mind would have the self-control to ignore these two women at the same time.
