Still smirking, Leah licked the spot where she’d marked him, dragging her tongue slowly down the middle of his chest, which was now bare from the undone shirt.
His abs flexed beneath her touch; eight perfect ridges carved from years of fighting.
But it was his damn tattoos that always got her squirming. The emblem of Nightbound in dark ink decorated his chest. She’d seen it a couple of times, but she’d never been bold enough to touch it the way she wanted. The scars too. They were evidence of the tough life he lived while getting raised to be the leader of soldiers.
Leaning down, she kissed every line of the ink and scars, worshipping them with licks and playful nips. She sucked his n*****s, dragging her teeth over them just a little.
Her fingers moved to his belt, mischief in her eye
