Patrick Sterling

He’d never thought much about until this moment. Although his instinct was to avert his eyes, he slowly looked back up. Just in time. The robe slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor. Her wavy blond hair trickled halfway down her back. Renton’s eyes followed the gentle torrent, taking in the perfect bend of her waist, the way she arched her back that caused her smooth ass to jut out, as if it were asking, begging, demanding that he take it in his hands and sink his teeth into its flesh… Her skin was unblemished, flawless, except for the wounds, but even they were beginning to heal now. There was no one to tend to them. She turned and showed him her profile. She pushed her hands into her hair, bringing it off her back, revealing her