The tattoos probably added a bonus. Sienna’s stare fixated on the piece covering most of my chest. It was a butterfly done in black and white, but instead of a patterned wing, there was a skull looking back at her. “That’s beautiful,” she admired. “Nothing in this room is more beautiful than you.” I popped the belt buckle and unzipped my pants. My self-restraint wore thin, and the chill that danced goosebumps across her skin and peaked her nipples stirred a war of emotions. I wanted her, desperately—she was what I’d craved for so long.
