Lisa Ann D.

19%
Flag icon
His tattoos ran from his wrists all the way up his arms, snaking out over his chest, down his torso and around his back, entwining together to form a beautiful piece of artwork; a complex design of patterns and swirls. I was dying to run my hands along that body, to trace his intricate tattoos with my hands. Or my tongue. Definitely my tongue.
Bratva Bride (Bratva, #1)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview