he leaned down to whisper in her ear, knowing it triggered her sometimes. She nodded, her eyes closed, feeling his hands upon her flesh. Fuck, she was perfect. He circled behind her, looking at the skin on her back, three thin strips of acid-burned flesh scarred diagonally across one hip to one blade. She probably didn’t realize he had matched the structure of his back dragon tattoo to match her back scars, from one hip to one shoulder. If anyone looked at their naked backs together, they would see symmetry—a dragon breathing fire across her back in mirrored structure, side by side. He bent to
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