Wen's fingertips carried a very thin layer of calluses.
The imperceptible, faint roughness of those calluses moved across Rory's soft, delicate skin, leaving behind an exceptionally vivid sensation.
Resting in Wen's arms, Rory's body couldn't help but shudder slightly.
Wen's movements were very slow. Noticing Rory's reaction, he smiled, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Those calloused finger pads moved from Rory's rounded shoulders to her delicate collarbones, and down to her impossibly sensitive spine...
Every single inch of skin on Rory's body was meticulously tended to by the warmth of his fingertips. He even wickedly traced tiny circles around the faint dimples of her lower back, lingering for a moment.
This didn't feel like a bath at all; it was more like setting her on fire.
