Olivia's breath came in short gasps. Tears finally spilled down her cheeks.
Because he was right.
He was absolutely right.
And her body—her traitorous, sinful body—was already responding to his proximity. Heat pooling between her thighs. Nipples hardening beneath her robes. Pulse racing.
"I..." Olivia's voice broke. "I don't know if I can..."
Viktor's free hand moved to the clasp of her robes.
"Then let me show you," he murmured, "exactly what serving me means."
The clasp came undone with a soft click.
And Olivia knew—with absolute certainty—that there was no going back from this moment.
The white robes parted, sliding down Olivia's shoulders with a whisper of fabric against skin.
Her hair tumbled free—long, golden-brown waves that cascaded down her back, catching the temple's ethereal light. The strands shimmered as they settled, framing her face and spilling over her bare shoulders.
Viktor's eyes traveled downward, taking in what the robes had concealed.
