"You have... such strong hands, Sol. I didn't know you had this kind of strength in you." Evara murmured into the furs, her voice thick and syrupy.
Sol didn't reply immediately. He couldn't. His breath was caught in his throat, held hostage by the sensory overload crashing over him.
It wasn't just the visual spectacle of her…though that alone was enough to drive a man insane. Evara was a masterpiece of primitive abundance. Lying on her stomach, her back was a sprawling landscape of smooth, burnished copper skin that glowed like molten metal in the firelight. Her spine dipped in a deep, elegant curve that led the eye inevitably down to the wideness of her hips and the heavy, plush swell of her buttocks, currently barely concealed by the loose, unraveled fiber wrap.
But what truly silenced him was the sensation buzzing beneath his skin.
