Chapter 6. Katrina.

Katrina.

I watched with agonized rapture as Nicholas took of his clothes, his bulging muscles glowing in the dim lighting. My mouth went dry as my gaze fell upon the markings on his skin. They looked like drawings and they marked every part of his chest, down to his waist. I'm pretty sure they were at his back too. They were like nothing I'd ever seen. They definitely weren't tattoos. My fingers itched to touch his bare skin so I squeezed the bedsheets instead, swallowing the lump in my throat, my mouth dry.

"What are those?" I asked when I couldn't hide my curiosity any longer. The glint in his eyes became brighter but he just shook his head.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, darling." He murmured, getting rid of his pants. I gasped when it fell to the ground and he walked out of the puddle of clothes, slowly making his way to the bed. The outline of his hardened cock still caged in his briefs made my pussy spasm, desire feeling like molten lava inside my skin. My heart be