Perhaps both.His skin was a wonder—deep gold, glowing with the warmth of desert sun. 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. Gay sex And in that moment, I didn’t want his attention, his words, his touch.I wanted to kneel before the beauty of him.To worship what I could never possess. A jawline so sharp it might draw blood. And in that moment, I didn’t want his attention, his words, his touch.I wanted to kneel before the beauty of him.To worship what I could never possess. Amber fire rimmed in forest green, eyes that didn’t glance—they struck. No. No, these were piercing, burning. He stepped into the courtyard like a vision conjured from heat and longing.Every breath in the room stilled.His salwar pants hung low on his hips, the soft, fine fabric swaying with each silent footfall. Not the heavy, brutish muscle of a warrior, but something sculpted, honed—made to be looked at, touched, worshipped. Perhaps both.His skin was a wonder—deep gold, glowing with the warmth of desert sun.
