Insanity (2)
Angela was completely helpless under his spell, and damn if that didn't turn her on even more.
There was something erotic about being completely naked before Gael while he still had his pants on. With his hand locking hers above her head, his heated gaze swept over her body, ever so slowly as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her—if he hadn't already.
She glanced at his arm that's holding her still, the veins protruding like vines around it. She marveled at the muscles on his abdomen and the planes on his chest, her mouth salivating at the thought of running her tongue over valleys. The scruff on his sharp jawline reminded her of how it caused friction on the skin between her legs when he ate her out this morning, wishing he'd do that again. How could a man be so beautiful? It should be illegal to look at his beauty.