Leaning against the cool tile wall of the shower, Zagan watched you with a mixture of admiration and desire. The water streamed down your body, tracing intricate patterns over your smooth skin. He couldn't help but imagine tracing those same paths with his own hands—exploring every inch of your beautiful form.A contented sigh escaped his lips as he allowed the warm water to rinse away the last traces of their shared intimacy. There was something incredibly satisfying about knowing that he had brought you pleasure—that he had made you feel good. It was a feeling he wouldn't trade for the world."Do you want me to wash your back?" he asked softly, offering his services with a gentle smile.