Every nerve alive. My chest tightened. Gay porn Not the gentle brown of earth, but the wildfire kind—amber-flecked and impossibly bright, like sun through resin. My place in the world.There was only him.This golden, dripping being.—bathing in some secret Eden the world forgot. Somewhere above, a koel cried out—sharp, distant—and then all sound vanished again.He took a step forward. Every curve of him—shoulders, spine, hips—moved with a dancer’s precision, but his presence held something older, something primal.When he turned, the full force of his beauty struck me.Hazel eyes. As though he already knew what I dreamed about alone. The scent of wet stone and wild tuberose rose thick in my nose. Not in fear. Not from the cliffs. My past. As though the flicker of my breath, the tremble at the base of my spine, were verses he’d read before.And for a moment, beneath the shadow of towering palms and distant snow-peaked silence, I forgot my name. The kind of breath taken by gods, or those who’ve never known fear.His hair—long, black, soaked—trailed over his back like liquid ink, the strands moving as if they had minds of their own, drawn by breeze or magic.
