Not the heavy, brutish muscle of a warrior, but something sculpted, honed—made to be looked at, touched, worshipped. Like seduction wrapped in flesh and gold. Gay sex Like he knew every soul watching would ache long after he passed.And I—I was ruined by him.Every inch of that body had been designed, not by nature, but by desire itself. Amber fire rimmed in forest green, eyes that didn’t glance—they struck. Perhaps both.His skin was a wonder—deep gold, glowing with the warmth of desert sun. It wasn’t pale, wasn’t smooth in that polished, soft way of nobility. And impossible to look away from.But it was his face—his face—that undid me.High cheekbones, cut with shadow. When he moved, his forearms flexed, sinew and vein catching the light, drawing the eye like silk pulled taut across muscle. A jawline so sharp it might draw blood. No, these were piercing, burning. When they passed over me, I felt seen, filleted open, consumed.His hair was a dark, unruly crown, thick and tousled, as though even it refused to be tamed.
