Erica wondered just how enticing the sight of a naked Abaddon could be.
Afterall, the guy walked around without a shirt 24-7 anyway, so how much more tantalizing could the sight of him become?
The answer was 'Very.'
With his body bare of any fabric or jewelry other than the nine rings that he never took off, his one of a kind figure could be fully appreciated, and she took her time to mesmerize every detail.
Erica had heard that Abaddon used to be a lot leaner and even shorter when he first recovered from his sickness, but now she couldn't see any trace of it.
He was a sublime vision of a man, with a body sculpted from incomparable material and desire made physical.
Every muscle, hair follicle, tendon or layer of fat was arranged in just such a way that she could not help but physically crave him, even without the marking.
