PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL
When I finally felt myself about to explode, he stopped.
Rocco pulled away for a moment, his green eyes blazing with an intensity that was almost savage. Without breaking eye contact, he began unbuttoning his black shirt. Button by button, slowly revealing the bronzed skin and sculpted muscles underneath. When the shirt finally fell to the floor, my mouth went dry at the sight of his chest again—covered in intricate tattoos that descended to his defined abs, forming a perfect V that directed my gaze downward, leaving me hypnotized.
His body was a work of art. Every muscle perfectly defined, veins prominent, highlighting the power he exuded. Below his stomach, his hands went to the button of
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