Marcus began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, each button sliding free with methodical precision that made Samantha's pulse quicken. The fabric parted to reveal pale skin stretched over centuries-old muscle, and she found herself mesmerized by the contrast—ancient power wrapped in devastating beauty.
"You're staring," he observed, though his tone carried satisfaction rather than reprimand.
"You're worth staring at," she replied, then gasped as Kai's hands found her waist, pulling her back against him.
"All of us are," Kai murmured against her neck, his breath warm and promising. "But right now, we're more interested in looking at you."
