I looked up into the strong features of my unnamed assailant’s face; the first time I’d laid eyes on him. He had rugged features that were not handsome in the traditional sense, yet he exuded vigor, compassion and lust in a form so genuine that his attractiveness touched me more deeply than more handsome men ever could.
He scrutinized me painstakingly, while I gazed at the masculine body. The dark hair covering his naked chest glistened with sweat. I watched as his muscled arm moved, as he pushed his unruly hair back with his hand. Although he did not smile or say a word, he communicated gratitude with his whole aura.
And that was all there was, a few moments, a few last clutches and the intimate stares. We were a sweaty heap of tired flesh, sharing the tiny box above the commotion belo
