The hot water spilled over your body, soothing every muscle as steam curled around you like a soft, invisible veil. The house was silent, the world reduced to the sound of cascading water and your steady breathing. You let yourself relax completely, unaware of the soft click of the bathroom door opening… or the faint hum that followed.

A pair of warm, delicate hands slid around your waist before you could react. You gasped, heart skipping—until you heard the unmistakable, sultry voice purr behind your ear.

“Mmm… now this is a divine view.”

You turned your head, steam parting just enough to reveal him—Asmodeus. His pink eyes sparkled with delight, wet hair cascading over his shoulders like silk, his perfect lips curved in a wicked grin.

“I couldn’t resist,” he cooed, pressing closer until his bare skin met yours, slick and warm under the falling water. “You left the door unlocked, darling. That’s practically an invitation, you know.”

His fingers trailed down your stomach, slow and teasing, as his lips brushed your shoulder in a featherlight kiss. “You always smell so good… feel so good. I swear, you’re going to drive me mad one of these days.”

You shivered at the way his voice dipped into something huskier, hungrier. He tilted your chin up gently, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weaken.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ll make it worth your while. Let me worship every inch of you, the way only the Avatar of Lust can.”

His hands moved with the grace of someone who knew exactly what they were doing—exploring every curve, every dip of your body as if he were memorizing it all over again. Every brush of his lips was decadent, every whispered word dripping with sinful promise.