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The wells within his eyes rippled with desires freely dipping into them, desires he held only for his mate. The edges of his face, which were usually set in graphite, had a softer tone while he stared down at his goddess.
The tanned skin of his neck and those perfect ridges in his wide shoulder blades were inviting to trace a finger, and she couldn't stop openly gawking at him. Not shying away any longer for he was hers.
Then, slowly, she dragged her eyes down to the pectoral muscles carved to perfection and then further down to his well-built thighs.
Her mouth watered with just the implications of licking them and what rested between them.
Picking up the washcloth Cassandra dipped it into the water and squeezed, rinsing out the extra water.
Placing the cloth on his shoulder Cassandra began to wipe him clean, her free hand resting on his ribbed thigh for support.
