Tattoo

Zyra pulled her hair behind her ear as a small, shy smile appeared on her face. She whispered, “Uhm, why do you want me to help you with it?” She laughed softly, feeling a bit nervous.

Marcus shrugged with a low groan. “Because I think my whole body is beginning to feel sore.”

Zyra scratched the back of her neck, feeling a mix of emotions. “Okay, it’s fine if you can’t do it…. I will just get one of the maids to do it.”

The image of someone else in the bath with Marcus, doing what was hers to do, struck her, and she felt a pang of jealousy. “Why would they? When I am yours already?” she replied, determination in her voice.

A smile appeared on Marcus’s face as he took her hands into his. “That’s a yes then. Let’s move.”

They made their way to his room. As they entered, Zyra felt a shiver run down her spine. His room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. The large space had a mysterious and almost haunting aura. It was intimidating yet inviting at the same time. Marcus w