In one swift motion, he discarded them, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
Before she could fully register what was happening, Nero stood before her, completely bare.
Quinn's breath caught in her throat. She had always known Nero was an attractive man, but seeing him like this, his perfectly chiseled body bathed in candlelight, was a different experience altogether.
His muscles were taut, his skin smooth and unmarred, and his sheer presence overwhelming. Yet her gaze was inevitably drawn downward, to the intimidating length hanging between his legs.
Even in its relaxed state, it was easily seven inches long, a size that sent a shiver of both awe and dread through her.
She couldn't help but wonder, with no small amount of fear, just how much larger it would become when fully aroused.
For a moment, she faltered, her courage wavering as her mind raced with the implications of what she was about to face.
