You're Going to Fuck Me**

Tessa shifted on his lap, her legs folding tighter around him, their bodies locked together with nothing between them. Her hands, delicate but eager, found the hem of his shirt. She gripped it, slowly dragging the fabric upward, her fingers grazing his skin as she undressed him.

Parker lifted his arms slightly, allowing her to peel it off, revealing the sculpted expanse beneath. The soft glow of the chamber accentuated every defined muscle, the deep cuts of his abs, the powerful build that spoke of something beyond human. Tessa exhaled sharply, her fingers hesitating for just a second as she took him in.

"Damn…" she murmured, voice thick with admiration, tracing her fingertips down the ridges of his stomach.

Parker smirked. "You've seen me shirtless before."

"Not like this, a male god is an understatement," she whispered, her hands roaming lower, mapping every line, every inch of warmth that contrasted her cool skin.