Chapter 2

Natasha's POV

Hot damn! Hot damn damn! Hot fucking damn!

I stood before the most magnificent being I had ever seen, trying not to show that my damned panties were wet and soppy as hell. Good heavens, he was ethereal, out of the world!

He had a burning gaze, golden eyes threatened to pulverize me to bits as he stared down at me. His hair was beautiful. White. So white and tied behind him. A few strands fell out and stuck to his rather sweaty forehead, contrasting against his dark skin.

Twenty three. That was the number of beads of sweat I had watched roll down his magnificent chest into that... Was that a skirt? Whatever it was that was wrapped low on his waist. I wanted to run my tongue down that gleaming expanse, my thighs clenching in excitement.

He was beautiful. He had a stern looking face, one that looked as if it had been through hell with the cuts and healing scars on them. And then there was the rest of him.

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