He cast aside his crisp white uniform shirt, revealing a chest and abdomen crisscrossed with scars. His figure was mesmerizing, each muscle chiseled as if carved by a sculptor, fitting together perfectly without a hint of excess. The sharp angles of his broad shoulders connected to his prominent collarbones, tapering down to his narrow waist.
“Do you have any idea what you look like right now, Liliette?” he asked, his voice hoarse with raw hunger. He longed to abandon everything and devour the prey before him, spouting the most vulgar language until she was delirious with pleasure.
