Marcus POV
The doors opened up and Calla came walking in, but it wasn’t her. It was her, of course it was her, but she looked like she has never looked before. He took her in. She was looking utterly gorgeous. In a black dress, no a two piece. The top of the dress being a mere bustier cropped top with a deep v-line plunging into her cleavage. Then their is the skirt that hangs lowly on her hips. It’s made of thin layers of material that seems to float as she moves. Her entire right leg exposed by a very high cut slid. Everywhere her skin was exposed jewelry clung to it. She seemed to look glow. His mouth wanted to water at the view of her. His mind going to the different ways he wanted to devour her. How easy it would be to rip that flimsy material from her. He would leave the jewelry
