CHAPTER FIFTY

Colfre's skin glistened as the soft glow of the moonlight from outside shone on his toned body. Shutting his eyes tightly as his already tensed muscles contract and relax with every deep breath he takes. Frustration and guilt are evident in every sigh. Scars from military training are visible on his broad shoulders and muscular back, from small cuts to deep slashes that are all now fading away from his skin. The skin on his neck down flushed with crimson colors. All his senses are still feverish as the picture of the woman in his arms lingers at the back of his mind. Even with half of his body dipped in cold water the ardent sensation of kissing Morrigan hanged around his system. Feeling her petite body against his body, and her soft moans like music in his ears. All of those things played in his mind vividly. He runs his hand on his ginger hair exasperatedly. Heaving a deep sigh as he rests his head by the side of the tub, with his arms propped by the side of the tub. His shoulder