Louis' POV
For a moment, I froze, rooted to the spot as I took in the sight before me.
Damn. She was perfection.
Her body was a work of art, every curve and contour a testament to the kind of beauty that didn't need to conform to anyone's standards but its own. She was soft in all the right places, her curves lush and inviting. The roundness of her belly, the generous swell of her hips, and the fullness of her thighs all combined to create a figure that was undeniably sensual.
My gaze traveled up to her breasts, full and heavy, each one a perfect handful that would feel like heaven against my hands. The droplets of water clinging to her skin made them glisten, highlighting the way they rose and fell with each breath she took. Her n*****s, dark and firm, were a temptation I could barely
