Her abdomen, toned and gleaming in the firelight, was laid bare before him, a vision of divine perfection. The slit in her robe parted even more at her legs, revealing one of her luscious thighs.
Her skin seemed to glow, flawless and inviting, as she lazily dragged her right leg upwards, shifting her weight with a feline grace. Her toes pointed, her foot sliding across the silken sheets as though to entice him further.
Kamlham, though he was the embodiement of lust himself, felt the pull of her power—a magnetism that was more than a beauty. It was something else, something more dangerous. His breath caught for a moment as her eyes, dreamy and half-lidded, beckoned him closer. The sway of her body, the slight arch of her back, the way her chest heaved slightly—it all formed a perfect symphony of seduction.
He stood motionless, his heart pounding as if in battle, though this war was of a different kind.
