The longer he stared, the more the rest of the world… the surrounding sound, the cold of the water, the fact that she was Kira's mother and the Warchief of the entire tribe… faded into irrelevance.
There was only the body in front of him. Only the full, firm tits and the soft strong stomach and the powerful thighs and the slightly bushy, extremely fuckable pussy that seemed to be waiting for him to finally stop looking and do something about the hunger it had created.
Sol's hands flexed uselessly at his sides under the water.
His cock was so hard that it couldn't be any harder and it hurt like hell.
Veylara suddenly noticed the direction of his stare, but she did not react or cover herself.
If anything, she seemed faintly amused by the way his usual composure had slipped… by the open, hungry way his gaze kept dragging over her bare skin as if he had forgotten how to look at anything else.
A small discreet curve touched the corner of her mouth.
