Dalia's POV
My breath caught in my throat as I stared down at my sketchpad, fingers trembling around my pencil. After knowing Orion for years, I could draw every contour of his frame from memory. But the past decade had transformed him into something magnificent, each muscle carved with precision that made my pulse race.
Heat spread through my chest as I worked, my pencil moving across the paper. Every glance at his form sent electricity crackling between us. My treacherous body ached to reach out and touch him, forcing me to bite back a soft sound while I pressed my thighs together.
The dampness between my legs was undeniable.
Orion's breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening as they found mine.
My gaze drifted lower to where his pants stretched tight across an obvious bulge. A shaky breath escaped my parted lips as desire clawed at my insides. Just when I thought I might lose all control, a familiar voice sliced through the charged air.
"Orion."
