Isabella

Like?

I sat up, lost in the sculptured contour of Em’s abdomen. Moving to my knees, I ran the pads of my fingers over his toned, muscular torso. His tawny skin was marred by various scars, appearing silver against his flesh. I leaned forward, bringing my lips and a kiss to each one.

“Fuck, Isabella.”

My attention went to the snake. While I’d only seen its tail, I could now follow the creature wrapped around Em’s arm over his muscular bicep ...