He shoved the breeches down his hips in one motion, kicking them off the side of the bed along with his small clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already fully hard.
The flushed head glistened faintly at the tip. His tunic followed, it was pulled over his head and discarded to the corner of the room.
Circe's gaze locked on him immediately. She couldn't look away for more than a heartbeat. The sight of him, the firm muscles of broad shoulders, the hard planes of his chest and stomach, the dark trail of hair leading down to his groin, it all sent a fresh pulse of heat through her core. She had seen him like this countless times, yet the hunger never dulled. If anything, it sharpened.
He caught her staring and gave a low, rough chuckle. "Like what you see?"
