Her skin was as soft as he had imagined, Itzal thought as he touched Amelia. He had taken her to the rehabilitation room when he saw there was a specific massage table there. The illusion he had was that Amelia would walk in and magically lie down on the table, letting him do whatever he wanted with her. But of course, that didn’t happen, and, well, it only made him more interested in what was to come.
Despite not agreeing to lie on the massage table, she accepted to sit on its surface. Itzal was quite helpful, holding her by the waist and lifting her onto the cushioned surface, delighting when she shivered under his touch. He let the anticipation build in her as he slowly went to get the massage oil from the cabinet, taking much longer than necessary. When he returned, Amelia was grippi
