Her breath was caught in her throat when he removed his shirt, unveiling the sculpted contours of his broad shoulders and well-defined muscles, where his upper body tapered into his trousers. His arms were toned, and inked, but one moment it was there, then it was gone. With his golden eyes staring at her like a hawk and his hair spread on his shoulders, the man ozzed raw masculinity.
Beauty and the Immortal: It started with a dig
Fantasy · ash_knight17
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