Revas didn't let her wait.
He stood up on the mattress, looming over her like a dark god, and shoved his leather trousers down in one violent motion. Kick, and they were gone, leaving him gloriously naked.
Mirabelle's breath hitched in her throat. She had seen him shirtless before, had traced the violet runes etched into his pale skin, but she had never seen all of him. He was magnificent. Lean muscle corded over a frame built for violence, marked by scars from battles she couldn't imagine. But her gaze was drawn inexorably lower.
His cock was thick, heavy, and fully erect, standing out starkly against his pale thighs. It was veined and angry, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum, bobbing slightly with the force of his pulse. He was huge—a weapon made of flesh—and the sight of him made her core clench with a mixture of intimidation and ravenous hunger.
"You look wreckable," Revas growled, watching her eyes widen. "Like you were made to take this."
