Seraphina's shameless gaze traced the shape of his broad, sculpted chest and traveled down across his abdomen, where muscle stacked upon muscle in a flawless ladder of definition.
Eight distinct ridges sculpted into a perfection that was only possible in theory.
She didn't even remember when Vlad had taken off his T-shirt. She was already cursing herself for not noticing this heavenly view before her until now.
She gulped hard, but a strand of drool still leaked from the corner of her lips as she whispered, "E-e-e-e... Eight-pack..."
Vlad raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in bewilderment. Her gaze contained none of the restraint expected of a dignified noble, shamelessly drinking in the view.
Her gaze drifted lower, lingering on the V of his lower abdomen before it disappeared beneath his trousers. Her brows furrowed in slight annoyance. How dare those cursed trousers hide her view?
