Ilaria's pulse jumped at the sight of him, her breath catching as her eyes drank him in. Every line of his form seemed carved for her gaze alone. His broad shoulders tapered down into a sinfully slim waist, every line of his torso clearly defined beneath the simple tunic he wore. Worse, there is no outer layer to soften the effect.
The subtle muscles shifted with each step he took, drawing her eyes along the impossible curve of him, and Ilaria's breath hitched as she realized just how much of him was on display, every movement accentuating the danger and allure of his presence. And when he tilted his head, perhaps in confusion, the golden hue of his eyes narrowed as they landed on hers.
