Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View
"You're so beautiful," she murmured against my lips, her voice husky with desire. "I can't get enough of you."
I smiled against her mouth, my hands moving to the buttons of her shirt. "I feel the same way about you."
With practiced ease, I unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. My hands moved to her chest, my fingers brushing against her skin, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath my touch. Her skin was warm and smooth, slick with water, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the feel of her beneath my hands.
