Fifty Shades Of Ugly
Chelsea's naked and hairless torso gleamed in the soft lamp light.
"Marvelous," Arc whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Chelsea's skin flushed under Arc's reverent gaze.
Arc's hands traced the contours of Chelsea's chest, thumbs brushing nipples.
Chelsea's lips parted, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Perfect," Arc breathed, his mouth descending onto Chelsea's skin, claiming ownership of a nipple.
Chelsea's hands rose, tangling in Arc's hair. Arc transferred to the other nipple, nipping on the small red bud and lapping it with his tongue. His teeth grazed it and Chelsea gave out a loud moan.