The years have only made her more dangerous. More beautiful. More woman. She was always stunning, but now? Now she’s devastating. Curves that were once soft with youth have ripened into something feral and feminine—full hips, a narrow waist, thighs that could crush a man’s resolve. She isn’t some waifish doll men parade around like trophies. She’s real. Solid. Built like sin and meant to be worshipped. My ideal.
