The tribal woman approached Damien carefully. She didn't immediately assume that he was captured because he'd been caught in her trap.
Her arms and legs moved in tandem like those of a beast rather than those of a civilized human, which allowed her to maneuver the jungle with much more proficiency than she otherwise would be able to.
It was an obvious adaptation made by the human body for survival, but Damien appreciated it well.
He had reached a point in his life where beauty didn't mean anything to him.
Damien had four wives. When he looked at women other than them, let alone attraction, he hardly even recognized them as women.
His eyes were too indifferent.
Therefore, despite the foreign beauty of this woman, Damien didn't have any such thoughts.
He was focused on her body, though.
I don't know if you guys could tell from then recent chapters but...
I'm burnt out.
It's taking a lot longer to get back into the swing of things than I expected, but I'm trying my best. I'll have to renege on my promise from a few weeks back, but we will eventually get back to 3 chapters a day when I find myself able to write 3 chapters a day again.
Sorry for making empty promises, but I promise they won't be empty forever.
Thanks for understanding, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye bye :)