Chapter 1: Introduction
The first thing Mehdi noticed was the weight of his own hair—long, silky, and cascading down his back in waves he didn’t remember having. The second thing was the way his body moved differently, hips swaying with a newfound fluidity as he straddled Ashraf’s lap. The third was the way her fingers dug into his thighs, her breath hitching as he ground down against her newly transformed cock.
Ashraf groaned, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it, rough with sleep and something else—something hungry. Her hands slid up Mehdi’s bare thighs, nails scraping lightly over the smooth skin.
The sensation sent a shiver through him, his body still adjusting to the unfamiliar weight of his own curves, the way his nipples hardened under the touch. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the suite—over the silk sheets tangled around them, over the way Ashraf’s muscles flexed beneath his skin, every inch of him sculpted like a god.
Mehdi leaned forward, his long hair falling like a curtain around them, and whispered against Ashraf’s ear, “You’re not gonna pretend you don’t like this, are you?”
Ashraf’s laugh was dark, rough, and entirely male.