SOFT CURVES
Every movement he made seemed deliberate, a silent display of the strength he possessed and the control he rarely relinquished.
His body was a masterpiece, Adonis-like in its symmetry and strength. Each muscle, perfectly sculpted, moved with a grace that only came from discipline and natural prowess. It was the kind of physique that other men envied and aspired to, while women couldn’t help but admire. Isla found herself mesmerized, her gaze lingering on the defined lines of his chest, the taut curve of his abdomen, and the undeniable power in his stance. Her breath caught in her throat as she took him in, every detail etched into her mind.
“You look so beautiful, Vince,” she whispered, her
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