{NATHAN}
For heaven's sake. It takes all of my self-control not to let out the growl bubbling in my chest when I open the basement door
again.
I always thought Kayla King was beautiful. Physically, she's gorgeous. The place where she grew up took a toll on her body, and yet it's hard for anyone to look at her and not notice she belongs on the cover of a magazine.
At first glance, there's nothing special about her. Average height, average weight, average boobs, black hair. A nice bubble
ass, but that's not everything. Her porcelain skin isn't smooth, with scars and tattoos. It's her eyes. Her forest green eyes that could swallow a weaker soul. They grab onto you, dragging you in, refusing to let you go. And her lips, they're slightly pouted, and a perfect pink. It gives her an air of innocence that doesn't belong on her face, yet fits so perfectly.
