She was not voluptuous. She never had been; Sienna's body was goddess-cut — clean lines, high firm tits set tight on her chest, a slim waist that flared into an ass so perfectly shaped it made his hands ache, long legs, pale skin glowing with a beauty that had only grown sharper in the year apart.
More beautiful and sovereign; her violet eyes watched him with that quiet power that belonged to the Nether Goddess alone, and still her breath shook when her gaze dropped lower where his sword dangled intimidatingly so huge.
Phei looked down at himself too.
A year of training had changed even an already godly immortal body his possessed before he came here. Her wanted to palm drag her hand over denser muscle at his chest, down the hard plane of his stomach, along the cut of his hip. Power moved under his skin in slow, heavy surges Sienna could feel from inches away. Cultivation pressed against the air between them; under that power lived his hunger.
Raw. Year-starved.
