Kapitel 122: Untold pleasure

His musky scent reminded her of the middle of Autumn, with a distinct kind of sensuality.

A romp in a field of corn, or dancing amongst sunflowers, a reminder to preserve all the fruits you can before winter hits.

His unique scent was likened to that of a quick flash of citrus drying down to reveal a smooth, elegant and everlasting cedarwood.

Maxixe's chest was like a wall of muscle, his elongated neck grew from his shoulders like a supporting column, everywhere was golden and ripped. 

From his neck she turned her attention to his sun weathered face, she loved the square of his jaw that was free from any mustache or beard. 

As her hands trance his nose it wasn't what she expected it to be and the feel surprised her.

Clearly, he had been in one too many brawls as his nose had been broken so many times that it was a small wonder he could breathe through it.