Meanwhile, back in the Nocture Mansion.
The water poured down from above, hot and steady.
Steam filled the bathroom in thick waves, blurring the mirrors and softening the edges of the light.
The sound of the running shower mixed with the soft splashes of movement, echoing faintly off the tile walls.
Ethan stood in the center of it all.
He was pressed between them again—Lilith behind him, Seraphina in front. But this time, everything was different.
There was no mat. No oil.
Just skin, water, and foam.
Lilith and Seraphina were both covered in soft soap lather, their bodies slick and warm as they hugged him close from both sides.
The heat of the water only made everything feel smoother, looser—like every inch of him was melting between them.
His back was pressed into Lilith's chest, her full breasts squishing lightly against him, soft and warm with each slow breath she took.
