JAYDEN
The towel slips between Freya's fingers, revealing her big breasts, squeezed together by her hands and barely covered by what's left of the towel.
Whatever words I'm about to say become stuck in my throat as the sight of her immediately entrances me. Her wet hair is stuck to her face, and water droplets trickle down her silky skin. And what about her scent? The sweet and clean smell of lavender soap and her shampoo is divine and fills the air.
Her appearance already smites me, and though the sight of her dressed up does strange things to me, seeing her like this? Wet, shocked, and half-naked, it does little to quell my hunger, which has become practically continuous. Blood rushes south, and I feel myself becoming harder.
It's impossible to tear my gaze away from her, but it so
