For a few long moments, Adrian couldn't speak.
His eyes, betraying his mind, wandered over her naked form.
Elana stands bare under the faint golden light, her silver hair spilling like moonlight over her flushed shoulders.
A warm blush spreads across her cheeks, down her throat, and softly over the swell of her full breasts. Her skin glows with heat, smooth except for the delicate battle scars — thin silver lines that trace her left shoulder and curve along the gentle dip of her stomach. They only make her look more strong and beautiful.
Her breathing is a little quick, lifting her chest in slow, tender waves. Long, graceful legs shift slightly, the faint tremble in her thighs betraying a quiet mix of shyness and secret thrill.
Every curve of her body — the soft roundness of her hips, the elegant line of her waist — seems to catch the light and invite his eyes to linger just a moment longer.
