Chapter 2: Skin and SinThe room felt smaller, hotter. Her eyes were still locked on mine, wide and dark with the same need I felt burning through my veins. My thumb was still resting on that warm, sensitive crease of skin, right beside her black lace panties. The tattoo machine sat silent in my other hand. Professionalism? It had already snapped.“You’re taking it really well,” I said again, my voice low and rough. This time I didn’t pull my hand away. Instead, I let my gloved thumb stroke slowly across her skin, tracing the edge of the fresh ink. Lena’s breath hitched, her hips shifting just a little under my touch.“Jax…” she whispered. It wasn’t a protest. It was an invitation.I set the machine down on the tray. “The tattoo can wait,” I murmured. “I need to feel you.”I peeled off the gloves, tossing them aside. My bare fingers traced the fresh lines I’d just inked—warm, slightly raised, sensitive. She shivered hard when I touched them. The pain from the needle was still fresh, m
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