Talia sat on a log and observed Damon squatting a few steps away from the campfire as he expertly removed the fur and intestines from two critters.
There was something hypnotic in the way he focused on his task as he wielded the knife, always finding the right place to slide the blade.
His features were enhanced by the light of the campfire that danced over the exquisite landscape of his body, accentuating it with lights and shadows. With part of his body completely veiled in darkness, Damon looked mysterious, dangerous, definitely irresistible.
Talia had no idea how long it lasted, but she wished that it was longer because she wanted to be lost in the sight of Damon forever.
Once the two critters were cleaned, Damon sprinkled some spices on the meat and then speared them with long finger-thick sticks he prepared earlier.