wanted some ink, and this seemed like the perfect thing to add to my collection. “Whaley, if you don’t—” I’m silenced when he falls to his knees and gives a nice long lick to the tattoo. I can feel his heavy breaths against my skin as he rolls his forehead against my hip. He’s growling under his breath, the hands that are holding onto me tightening enough to leave bruises. “Not that I don't love where this is heading,"
