Ophelia couldn't even look at… that. Shakingly, she tried to look at his face, but it was impossible. She tried to focus on his sharp jawline that could cut through stone, but her eyes continued lowering across his tanned body.
Killorn had a body that rivaled the god of war. He was dazzling. His neck was strong and formed his tense chest. His upper body was ripe with muscles as powerful veins curled up his arms. The chandeliers did him wonders, causing shadows upon his abdomen, revealing eight fine lines. Then, her gaze lowered, slowly, carefully…
Ophelia's heart skipped at the prominent planes on his hips where angry red veins pulsed at her stare. Then, she saw his large friend. It was impossible not, for it had once penetrated her enough for her to see stars.
"U-uh…" Ophelia couldn't even think straight.
