Mathena uses her fingertip to trace the lines of Xeon's scar. His entire back was imprinted by a black angel, her wings curving up, enveloping his vast chest, and running through his arms. She moved his hair to the side so she could see everything and trailed her hands over the image's wonderful beauty. It was painted in simple black, yet with a lot of detail.
She could feel the pulse of the additional strength he stored in the underside of his skin, along the ink markings. Demons were unquestionably a different species.
She bit her bottom lip and let her sight fall on his a$$. From the top of his skull to the tip of his toes, the man was fine. Who could blame her for dreaming about tasting everything within between?
He also made her feel strangely safe, which she appreciated. Mathena w
