Jasmin's POV
My shirt hung in tatters around my shoulders, buttons scattered across the forest floor like fallen stars.
I stood before him nearly bare, my skin exposed to his relentless gaze.
Max's eyes consumed me with an intensity that made my blood burn. They traced the curve of my collarbone, lingered on the rapid rise and fall of my chest, followed the line of my waist where only thin white binding preserved what remained of my modesty.
He studied me like a starving man presented with a feast, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second. No shame colored his features as he devoured every inch of visible skin.
My pulse thundered against my ribs as heat flooded through my veins. Never had I felt so vulnerable, so completely seen by another person.
The realization hit me like lightning - I had surrendered control to this man in ways I never thought possible. For the first time in my existence, I understood what it meant to be truly exposed.
