On the large bed lay dark gold bedding in medieval style.
On the pillow, Ivana Bennett's black curls bloomed like a black rose, with some strands randomly scattered on her shoulders.
The tips of her hair, like playful little palms, sneaked into her undergarments.
Against such a backdrop, her skin seemed even more faire and lustrous.
There was only one bedside lamp lit in the room, its soft glow casting extra gentleness onto the delicate contours of her face.
The small figure, half-curled up on the pillow, appeared like a pure and beautiful angel.
However, her slightly curved body exuded an indescribable allure, teasing and provoking.
Her back was towards him.
The line from her shoulders to her tailbone was perfectly curved, with two small dimples on her lower back, barely visible beneath the faint shadows.
His gaze swept past her back, falling onto her waist and hips wrapped in a white cotton dress. Lucas Walker's throat immediately dried up.
