Under Your Scars: A Dark Romance Novel Reviews Novels & Stories

Reclined on the sofa with her boobs pushed out and legs spread wide open, Scarlett was begging to be fucked. 'You like that? ' I traced patterns on her thighs, pushing the material upwards with every caress. I expected her to protest but she only nodded, making my breath hitch. My wolf panted, his tongue dripping with saliva as we took in the creaminess of her thighs. They were olive, not quite tanned like her face and legs.

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Even my fingers buzzed to touch, tongue burning to taste and folds wet to take all that would be given to me. It took everything in me not to drool. I ate every inch of him up. He was magnificent, muscled in all the right places and I was not going to be disappointed even in the slightest. The water dripped from his golden skin, having him hotter than before. The scars all over his skin had my heart jolt and also my pussy to just drool so hard. I appreciated a man with scars because they showed a battle fought and won. I loved a man with ink, seeing the black markings on his wrist. His body was something else and it just set me alight.

I give her a slight tug, and she stumbles against my chest, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips – lips the colour of a delectable candy cane. I have one arm wrapped tightly around her now. My subconscious not-so-subtly reminds me that now's the time to get out my knife and actually finish what I started. One well aimed stab on the back and she will be dead within seconds. But all I can think about is the delicious, heady scent of her skin, and how her soft body feels so right against mine. It's official, Skylar Romanov stirs feelings in me that I thought I would only have for my blue eyed goddess. How strange.

And I was thankful for that. SKYLAR'S POV:- I was sitting on my bed, chewing my nails nervously. It had been an hour since Adam left. I was not sure if she would be back or not. I frowned as I suddenly tasted something bitter in my mouth. "Looks like he came back empty handed." I heard Scarlett, my wolf excited voice. Yes, my wolf woke up the very day I was mated with Adam. She was very wild and wonderful. She had big brown fur and orange eyes. She was not as tall as Anika's wolf, but she was very beautiful. Her tail was long and furry. I really loved her.

After all, her beloved has returned, yet she is completely ignorant of his real motive. Ren simply smiled at what the girl was doing and placed his hand on her waist as she grinds against him. She started moving her hip slowly, has been breathing heavily, and her eyes were already burning. Her lustful expression made him laugh on the inside because Angel hasn't changed in the years they haven't seen each other; she's still the same dumb and stupid girl for him.

The dim lighting cast deep shadows across his torso as I spread the fabric apart, revealing the beautiful body beneath. My breath hitched. I knew Nico was built like a weapon but seeing him like this, so close, was different. The ink etched into his skin told stories I didn’t know, black lines standing stark against the dusky tone of his body. It took my breath away. But when I looked closer, I saw something. Beneath the ink, hidden under the bold lines of his tattoos, were scars. Some were old—faint and silvery. Others were still dark, still raw. They were harsh, partly healed, but impossible to miss. A hollow, sick feeling crept up my spine. I didn’t expect it to hurt so much, just seeing

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Tight—sharp and perfect like they were shaped by someone who knew exactly what temptation was. His short dark hair was damp and messy from the shower, and the way the water trickled down his torso made my mouth go dry. Dammit. I wanted more of him. Again—right now. He didn’t wear the mask anymore. I could see his full face now—the scars that marked his left side, and the perfection of the right. But to me? They weren’t even that bad. Not when he looked like this. Not when I could finally see all of him. I loved his scars just as much as I loved everything else.

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