...utifully tanned; he couldn't have been more than 18 years old. His orange hair was lying in spiky disarray above a face that was strong but perfectly shaped. He had a patrician nose, beautiful lips, high cheek bones and a strong jaw. Rukia wondered what color his eyes would be under those slashing orange eyebrows. Her eyes traveled lower to note his strong neck leading to a finely chiseled torso. He had a thin gold band around each of his biceps and bands on each wrist connected by small gold chains. This man's ripped chest, arms and sculpted abdomen had Rukia practically dripping with need. There was only a black silk sheet thrown negligently across his naked hips leaving one strong thigh clearly visible to her hungry gaze. She was practically salivating as she noticed the fine trail of hair disappearing beneath the silk sheet. Sweet Kami, this man was absolute perfection!
She couldn't wait any longer to see his eyes. "Ichigo?" Rukia called softly as she reached out to touch his strong hand. His eyes opened halfway and she saw that they were a beautiful amber color. They were slightly glazed as he glanced toward her and he couldn't seem to focus.
"Forgive me, my lady," he said softly. "I did not know you would come so early, I must have fallen asleep." Even his voice was perfect. It was as though every syllable he spoke was meant to...