Evelyn
A few hours had passed since we freshened up and changed into new clothes, and ended up in Jacob's room.
Currently, I was occupied. Really very occupied in admiring the masterpiece beneath me, as I sat astride him, my legs on either side, taking in the mesmerising sight of his tattoos.
They adorned his chest and extended down his arm, a tapestry of intricate details that I traced with the pads of my fingers. It was as breathtaking as he was.
He slid his hand beneath the fabric of my oversized t-shirt, his fingers gently grazing my bare waist, just a few inches above the waistband of my shorts. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he traced patterns against my skin before firmly resting his hands on either side of my hips.
He knew what he was doing!
"You didn't have so many tattoos back five years ago," I mumbled.
"Yeah, I've collected them over the years," he replied.
"This dragon on your chest, you have had it from the start," I said pointing at his chest before sliding my ha
