Faelan gazed up, momentarily speechless at the sight of her. She was so round and smooth, her sides curving gently up from her hips, her groin poised enticingly above his legs, and the tips of her hair brushing over perfectly round breasts just the right size to fit in the palms of his hands.
He couldn't help it. He reached up and grasped them, and though the sight of his dirty, bruised hands against her flawless skin looked wrong, it was also terribly erotic. "Yes," he panted when her hands maddeningly paused on the waist of his jeans. "Yes, yes, yes."