When he finally leans down to lick the wounds on my arms, I get a rush of arousal so intense my breath catches in my throat. A sound escapes me, low and unmistakably erotic. Fuck! Stark’s eyes lock onto mine. The hunger in them steals the breath right out of my lungs—sends adrenaline coursing through my veins. Holding my gaze, he lowers his head and licks the fresh tattoos again, slow and deliberate.
