Silver smirked, tracing a finger lightly along his arm, not touching anything else. "It's your choice, Ren Arakawa. I'm not forcing you. But time's ticking. Feel that pulse? It's getting stronger."
He hesitated, his mind a whirlwind. Part of him screamed danger—this woman was a stranger, possibly trouble. But the ache was unbearable, and her body... god, it was tempting.
Her ass—round, high, and impossibly smooth—curved out in a perfect heart shape, the kind of plush, firm swell that begged to be grabbed, spanked, buried against. Each cheek flexed subtly as she shifted her weight, the cleft between them a shadowed promise that made his mouth water.
Above that wicked dip, her waist cinched tight, flaring up to a pair of heavy, teardrop breasts that defied gravity. Full, ripe, and capped with slightly dark rose nipples already stiff, they swayed with every breath, the soft undercurve brushing her ribs when she exhaled.
