Chapter 34 : Ownership

Chrisanna

I trace my fingers on the tattoo on his arm which has covered a good space of his biceps. I have always wanted to look at it from closer but I never got that chance. Most of the time when we were this close this close, we would either fight or my entire focus was on the hyperventilating Samuel. I couldn't see how fucking hot the tattoo looked on his skin.

"You don't wanna share?" my voice comes low as I keep caressing and staring at it, making countless assumptions about what it can be.

He doesn't reply for a long moment before holding my wrist and sliding it down to his bare torso. My skin burns with his knuckles continuously tracing my bare shoulder.

The intimacy we share is next to sheer perfection and I can't stop wanting him to leave a trace of his magical touch all over my body. However, I also know we're still not ready for it.

"This—" he lets out a sigh, staring at the tattoo. His eyes slightly flinch. "What can you see?"

I carefully stare at it, not really graspi