He was a tall man, with a defined body. He was in his early 30's, and his youthful face was f*****g handsome despite his wounds.
However, as I detailed him, my gaze suddenly lowered to his hard abdomen, which mirrored a path to the huge bulge under his pants.
Fuck, my father would definitely kill me in this situation. However, before I could think of anything else, I saw the mark of his previous owner.
I needed to snatch that mark away from him and capture my own. But, in order to do that, I first had to remove the previous mark, which seemed to belong to a powerful witch.
With a grimace, I looked all over the man's body for the mark; however, the only place I was missing was just below his pants.
I sighed deeply.
Indeed, I was not an innocent girl. After all, I had a boyfriend
