She stood before him ~ his body bare, his chest rising and falling with every measured breath. His beauty had nothing to do with sculpted muscle or perfect form... It lived in his presence.
A quiet authority that filled a room the moment he entered it ~ his eyes found hers, always saying what words never could.
The strength that made him beautiful was the same strength that held her through grief, led her ~ when she needed direction, and taught her patience when desire begged her to rush.
As her gaze wandered over him ~ every part of her longed for his touch, yet, he never hurried. He simply watched her, speaking a thousand promises with patient, knowing eyes.
There is nothing more captivating than a man who is secure in his power to love, to lead, to steady and to cherish. He was extraordinary ~ and she belonged to him in the most beautiful ways...
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