The goddess's hand was cold, her grip firm as she wrapped her fingers around Adrian's wrist. Her skin, pale as moonlight, glistened faintly in the dim light of the cavern.
Her long, silver-white hair cascaded around her in flowing waves, falling over her shoulders and down her back. She was naked and her curves were undeniable—her large breasts in full view for Adrian's eyes to feast on as she slowly rose from the sarcophagus.
When she suddenly opened her eyes, the iris was a deep, unnatural purple that sparkled like amethysts in the dark. They were unfocused at first, as if she had just awoken from a deep, centuries-long slumber.
But the moment her gaze fixed on Adrian, something shifted.
The softness in her expression turned sharp, and her eyes gleamed with an obsessive hunger, a possessiveness that sent a shiver down his spine.
