Dr. Lena Hart wiped sweat from her brow as she followed Marcus Kane deeper into the ancient temple ruins. The rugged archaeologist moved like he owned the jungle, broad shoulders, powerful arms, and a commanding presence that made her thighs clench.
“Careful with that pedestal,” Marcus warned, his deep voice echoing. “Legends say disturbing the idol triggers a curse of insatiable lust.”
Lena smirked, brushing against him. “Sounds like an excuse to f**k me in the ruins, Professor.”
Marcus grabbed her waist, pulling her close. “Keep teasing and I won’t need a curse, you little slut.”
They reached the inner chamber. Lena touched the glowing idol. A wave of heat surged through them both. Their eyes locked, pupils dilated with sudden, overwhelming hunger.
“f**k… it’s real,” Marcus growled,
