Chapter 83

• Sandro gently sets her down on the mattress, and as she supports herself on her arms, she watches him strip away his clothing. His shirt is the first to go.
• The sight of his body makes her throat dry; her mind spins, and a burning desire ignites within her. His sun-kissed skin seems to plead for her touch, her fingers itching to trace the ink that curls around his hands, spiraling over every line and swirl of his tattoos, following the contours of his powerful chest that rises and falls with each breath.
• Anastasia can almost imagine her lips mapping each divinely sculpted dip and angle, capturing his nipple between her teeth while her hands move over the expanse of his broad chest, down to the soft patch of curls that lead to the defined ridges of his stomach.