She stepped back slowly, her fingers still tangled with his before slipping free.
Then, without ceremony, she reached for the thin straps at her shoulders—
and let her dress fall.
It slipped down her body like it had been waiting for this moment, pooling at her feet in a whisper of green silk.
She stood there. Completely bare. Bathed in soft light and quiet breath.
And Xiuhcoatl—
Couldn’t move.
His eyes traced the lines of her body like they were sacred texts.
Her breasts, her hips, the soft curve of her belly—the strength in her thighs, the softness in her throat. Every inch of her made his chest ache.
She wasn’t just beautiful. She was devastating.
She turned to face him fully. Didn’t cover herself. Didn’t shift under his gaze. She looked at him like this moment belonged to her
