"You're perfect," Sharky whispered, his voice filled with reverence and desire. "A true work of art."
His hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders, and down to the straps of her slip. With a gentle tug, he eased them off, allowing the garment to slip down her body and fall to the floor.
Hera stood naked before him, unashamed and unabashed. Her skin was flawless and radiant, glowing with an inner light that spoke of her divine nature. Her breasts were full and round, crowned by rosy nipples that begged for attention.
Her waist was slender, flaring out to hips that were perfectly curved and inviting. Between her thighs, a neatly trimmed thatch of golden curls hid the entrance to her most sacred temple.
Sharky's eyes darkened with desire as he took in every inch of her. He stepped closer, his hands hovering just above her skin as if afraid to touch her and break the spell.
