The moonlight streamed through the ceiling windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow across her skin. It bathed her in silver light, highlighting every delicate curve, every dip and rise of her breathtaking body.
I knew I was staring. Hell, I knew I was being downright creepy. But f**k, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. That sly, knowing smirk on her lips—lips that were swollen from the way she had finally caved—was enough to undo me. Her body, shaped like a goddess, was perfection itself. Wide hips, a narrow waist, and those round, deliciously full breasts with pink, hardened n*****s that stood at attention, practically begging to be touched. But it wasn’t just her body that captivated me.
It was her eyes.
Those mesmerizing eyes that held everything—trust, lust, and love.
