The twin holding my wrists had closed the distance between us, and every last scrap of clothing was gone save for a small strip of fabric wrapped around his waist so thin it did little more than tease at what lay hidden beneath.
The rest of him was bare ,perfectly bare. Muscles rippled across his chest and stomach like living stone, shifting and flexing with every breath he took. His shoulders were broad enough to make mountains look small, his arms corded with power forged from years of brutal fighting and relentless training. Every line, every curve of his body was carved from pure strength and deadly grace, a sight that made my mouth run dry even as shame burned hot across my cheeks and I tried to tear my eyes away.
I averted my gaze as fast as I could, but I’d already seen everything
