Page 127 of Sinful Lord

Melina

“What?”

I try to swallow, but my throat is clogged.

“You see these tattoos?” Tytus asks, lifting his arm. The gothic mural starts just beneath his palm.

“Yes.”

“Trace them.”

My brow furrows as I look into those silver-blue eyes. What is he trying to say?

“Like this?”

Placing my finger on his wrist, I outline the fiery sword that pierces his forearm.

“Just like that, angel. Keep going.”

Tytus’ voice turns deeper as I paint a line to the wolf wrapped around the hilt of the sword. When I get to its eye, I pause. They look so familiar. Is this supposed to be Tytus? Maybe a relative…

Before I can ask, Tytus taps the back of my hand, urging me to continue. I do as I’m told. My finger brushes over his inky skin, across his bulging veins, and around his hard muscles until I reach his rolled-up sleeve.

“I can’t go any further,” I say. “What now?”

Tytus bite down on his lip. A new heat rises from between his legs. Suddenly his lap is sweltering hot.

I can feel his cock getting harder. It swells beneath my ass, desperate to get inside of me.

I bite down on my lip.

“Would you like to see where they lead, angel?” he asks, nodding down to his painted forearm.

Immediately, I’m sent hurling back to the first time I saw him naked. My congested throat clears at the memory of his powerful body, nearly every inch covered in inky goodness.

Only one place remained untouched.

His cock.

“Where?” I gulp.

Tytus’ smile twists as he leans into my ear.

“To bed.”

Without warning, he springs up from his seat, scooping me up under the legs.

“Tytus!” I yelp, instinctively grabbing onto his broad shoulders.

“Hush now, Melina. You can scream when I’m inside you.”

The wetness returns between my legs. It’s joined by an all too familiar pressure. All my worries forcibly melt away, even as my conscience desperately tries to grab hold of them.

I shouldn’t be into this. It’s so wrong.

But it doesn’t matter. My body wants what it wants.

And it wants him.