Art Of Patience

Aldric pulled his tunic over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and the smooth, taut muscles underneath. Islinda swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. There was something about this moment, something more intimate and exposed, that made her heartbeat quicken. 

The soft moonlight traced the sharp lines of Aldric's body, illuminating the runes that marked his skin and illuminating his body as soon as her powers called to him. 

Without breaking eye contact, Aldric casually pushed down his trousers, letting them fall to the ground, and stood there completely naked before her. 

The air around them seemed to still. Aldric stood with arrogant confidence, his stance unbothered, as though being exposed in this way was as natural to him as breathing. His smirk remained as he glanced at her, catching the brief flicker of arousal in her eyes.