Stefan's POV
I gasped quietly, breath hitching in my throat.
My mind struggled to process everything I saw, taking in the details one by one like a blur. The graceful curve of her back, the delicate dip of her waist, the sublime, perfect swell of her hips and ass-so much better, so much more real than my memory from this morning.
Her skin looked like warmed silk in the low light, smooth and unblemished. Her arms were raised, one hand running through her dark hair, a gesture of unthinking, natural grace.
Shit!…I was rock hard in an instant, a painful, demanding pressure against my zipper. My hand clenched into a fist at my side, nails digging into my palm.
This was worse than a fantasy. This was real. This was a glimpse into a sanctum I was forbidden from entering.
Then, she started
