His body was carved to perfection broad shoulders, defined muscles, intricate tattoos tracing over firm skin like art on marble. He looked like something sculpted by the gods themselves.
This man was hers.
The thought felt unreal.
And yet doubt clawed at her.
She was softer. Marked by scars. Flawed in ways she had memorized since childhood. Her nose tingled, tears threatening to spill.
He unbuckled his belt.
Then his zipper.
He pushed his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion.
Her eyes widened, breath catching sharply in her throat. Even if she was inexperienced, she wasn't naïve. She understood what this meant. What would happen.
A knowing smirk curved his lips as he climbed onto the bed, hovering above her like a predator closing in on its prize. The wolf pendant around his neck swung forward, brushing the valley between her breasts.
"Let me see you," he rasped.
She shook her head timidly.
