PAINT ME NAKED
That tattoo wasn’t just decoration; it was a declaration of power, endurance, and survival.
She realized too late that she was staring for far too long. That she had not looked away, and had not even blinked.
Sacred tilted his head slightly, watching her with eyes that seemed to strip her bare without even trying. His face gave nothing away, his expression unreadable; neither cold nor warm, neither mocking nor kind.
And then, in a voice that was rough, low, and unrestrained, he shattered the silence…
“Do you want to fuck me?”
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