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I could feel a soft fabric over my eyes Relax, he breathed. He turned on the lights, but I couldn’t see his face cause I was blindfolded. He took my hands guiding me to my feet. Slowly he took off my clothes, his hands tracing my spine tattoos like he was memorizing them. His hands move to my silver earring piercings on my nipple sucking it slowly. I drew in a sharp breath, my body already reacting to his touch. “Sensitive” He whispered to my ear I could only nod.

How come I didn't notice them before, His nerves were popping up and Tattoos on his fingers speak of trouble, on his left hand's little finger, has a skull and thick arrow with star lines inside and at the corner " blame "was written in beautiful curving writing. On the other finger, there was a big thick scissor and at the left corner of the finger, there was "hate "written in block letters. The middle one has feature dripping black dots below it was eye-catching and beautiful, at the left corner of the finger "love" was written in cursive writing

With a snort, I said, “No way in hell will I ever get a High Cliff tattoo.” Her eyebrows lifted over my judgmental tone. “Fine,” she said, notching up her chin loftily. “If you need proof you can see with your own ignorant, unmarked eyes, I’ll give you proof.” She pointed toward her temple. “Tap it five times. Only my soul mate and I can make the mark respond.” I eased a step back, eyeing the tattoo untrustingly. “Respond how?” A smile lit her face, transforming her irritated features into one of pure beauty and reassurance. “Don’t worry, my love. It won’t hurt you.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His fingers wrapped around my wrist, cool and precise, turning my arm to examine the tattoos. A geometric mandala on my inner forearm. Script in Sanskrit along the outer edge. A phoenix rising from ashes near my elbow. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "These are exceptional," he said, his thumb tracing the edge of the phoenix. "Your own work?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Most of them. Some were trades with other artists." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "The line work is exquisite. The shading, the depth. You have real talent." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Thanks, I guess." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Sebastian said, grinning. "Can this really cover your eyes?" Belinda asked. She waved the blindfold that Sebastian had used previously. When Sebastian saw the blindfold, he couldn't help laughing. Nothing could cover Sebastian's eyes, not even ten layers of cloth. The blindfold was just a piece of black gauze. Belinda had clearly tried it herself, which was why she was asking him now. Anyone with enough skill would be able to see through the flimsy blindfold.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

"Son what do you mean by she is blind." Jake mother asked him looking at Anastasia who can't see a thing. I instantly tensed and Jake could feel it since our hands where kinda of brushing each other. "You heard me right mum. She is blind she can't see a thing mum." Jake said squeezing my hand under the table. The tension was so thick in the air that you could slice it with knife. No body spoke for a minute or two before the voice I came to realize as Jake mum spoke.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”