The moment he stripped down my breath hitched. His eyes held a smoldering intensity. Every muscle promised raw pleasure. He moved with pure masculine power. The shadows played across his hard lines. A silent invitation permeated the space. His hands teased his skin. The tension was impossible to ignore. He glanced over pulling you into his world. The leather made him even more enticing. A teasing smile spoke volumes without words. His gaze was intense and probing. Every detail was perfectly sculpted. He was pure raw power. His body beckoned your touch. The anticipation was killing me. He lay there ready for anything. Every curve a tantalizing secret. The raw intensity filled the air. He was all mine.