Haunting-Adeline

When I brush my finger ps over them, he tenses beneath my touch and
bares his teeth.
It’s not a physical pain. These scars have long healed. But they’re like
icebergs. They’re unmistakable and imposing on the outside, but beneath
the surface is something much bigger and threatening. Something capable
of sinking someone to the pits of their depravity, just like the Titanic.
They hurt him deeply on the inside, and I really want to know what
caused them.
Where there aren't scars, there are intricate ta oos. A dragon coils up
his side and across his chest, fire blooming from its mouth and down
Zade's shoulder. A mermaid rests on the opposite side, a beau ful woman
peering over her naked shoulder.
The mirrors allow me a full view of all the others covering his body—
down both arms and his en re back. All beau ful and expertly done.
"You didn't ta oo over any of your scars," I observe quietly, brushing my
finger over the dragon's face. In fact, it looks like the ta oos deliberately
evade the raised flesh.
"I don't hide from my failures."
His failures aren't the only thing that make his body beau ful. He's
packed to the brim with muscle but not too bulky. His physique makes it
very clear he can kill you with his pinky without looking like he takes
steroids for breakfast.
And as if that doesn’t turn my knees to jelly, the thick veins roping from
his neck, down to his thick corded arms, and to his massive hands are my
undoing.
He’s… fucking phenomenal.
Carefully, he watches me, the intensity in his eyes blazing as I study him.
He's nearly vibra ng beneath my slow perusal, so I move on and resume
my torture. It takes a total of zero seconds before he’s bristling with the
need to fuck me.
I feel so much power in my finger ps, I can’t imagine how much power
I’d have if I loved him.
With every inch of his skin revealed, I grow shakier and we er. It’s not
fair for someone to be so perfect, marred and scarred as he is. If anything,
the obvious abuse his body has endured only makes him that much more
edible.