Leaving their room in the evening for food and water was a must if they didn’t want to faint from lack of fuel. They also couldn’t stay in bed for hours when they still had so many problems looming and the most pressing one being finding Riona.
They took a shower together and Trick resisted the urge to take her against the glass walls again. Instead, he consoled himself by washing her body and tracing every beautiful bruise he had left on her skin. The red and purple blended in with the black ink of her tattoos but still managed to stand out. They were mesmerizing, and he looked forward to doing it again once they faded.
Trick had always been a rough lover, but he had forced himself to tone it down with his one-night stands. Limiting himself to a bruise or two, usually a simple love bite
