Caspian rubbed the soap over her hair and handed it back to Hana, using his hands, free from their claws, to scrub her scalp, just as he felt her do it. He wanted her to feel the kind of relaxation he felt when she was washing his hair.
But then, he caught sight of her using the soap on her body, moving her hands through her shoulders, her breasts, especially kneading and cupping them, and he gulped.
"Why did you stop?" Hana asked, and he realized he had stopped while watching her.
"Ah, sorry." He began to scrub again, but could not take his eyes off what she was doing.
Why was she being so slow? Why was she so… enticing? He wanted to touch her, to feel her.
In his mind, he could see himself touching every part of her body, making her moan from the pleasure of sucking her breasts and everything else. He…
