Elara groaned at the pressure. "That's... actually really good."
"I'm multi-talented." His hands worked down her back, finding every tight muscle, every point where stress had accumulated. "You've been holding the weight of reformation on these shoulders. No wonder you're exhausted."
His touch was firm but careful, therapeutic and sensual simultaneously. By the time he'd worked down her spine to the small of her back, Elara was practically melting.
"Better?" he asked, voice low.
"Much." She turned in his arms. "Your turn."
She helped him out of his shirt, and her hands explored the lean muscle beneath.
He was beautiful in the moonlight – all controlled strength and contained power. But she could feel the tension in him too, different from hers but equally present.
"The corruption," she said quietly, fingers tracing his chest. "I can almost feel it. Like something cold beneath your skin."
