Marteeka stood in the center of his room gloriously naked but for the decadent leather boots. She was thin—too thin, yes, but still beautiful. Her skin glowed a healthy pink now that she’d had a few good meals in her and her cheeks had the rosy hue of health. Her posture stiff, she stood as one who was frightened of standing before one’s peers and found lacking. “Gods, you’re beautiful.” His words came out a near groan as he stared at her high, firm breasts and indented waist. He couldn’t help himself. He found he must tell her that, for his own peace of mind as much as hers. In all of the years he’d lived, he had never seen anyone so beautiful as she was. She stood before him with the moonlight shining on her skin. The silver curls at the juncture of her thighs glistened with moisture, proving that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Yet he still didn’t want to move too fast. Frightening her was the last thing he wanted to do.
