While we were hugging like this, I couldn't help but get swallowed up by the overwhelming sensation of her soft yet firm body pressed tightly against mine. The warmth of her curves seeped through me, making my chest feel heavier with every second.
Elise wasn't just good at fighting as she was also a woman who carried herself with strength and grace, and her body showed it. She had curves exactly where they should be, dipping and rising in perfect balance, the kind of figure that could stop any man in his tracks.
In essence, she had the kind of body that would make any man drool, whether they admitted it or not.
And her scent… her scent was intoxicating. It wasn't the sweet fragrance of flowers or something gentle because it was rougher, rawer, yet strangely addictive. The faint smell of dust and smoke clung to her, mixed with the subtle saltiness of sweat, but beneath all that, there was still a hint of perfume that somehow tied it all together.
