There was no need for further words as Ross explored every inch of Althea's body, his touch both possessive and reverent.
At 5'7", she was just two inches taller than April, the shortest among his harem, yet she carried herself with a grace that made her seem taller, almost untouchable—like a goddess descended from the heavens.
Every curve of her body was a masterpiece, sculpted by the hands of fate itself.
Her face was angelic, radiating an innocence that made her seem pure and untainted, yet her eyes held a flicker of something far deeper—an untamed fire that only he could ignite.
Her body was a tantalizing contradiction, soft yet firm, delicate yet strong, every line and contour designed to tempt and beguile.
She was perfection incarnate, the kind of woman who could awaken even the deepest slumber with just a glance or a whisper.
