Page 183 of Tempting Venom
“Hmm” is the only sound he releases as he lifts his shirt off and tosses it somewhere behind him.
Then I watch with a harsh, choked breath as he pulls down his jeans and boxer briefs in one go, then kicks them away, standing in front of me completely naked.
It’s mind-boggling how he strips without hesitation, as if he’s never had to hide a damn thing his entire life.
It’s unfair.
What’s more unfair is just…how sculpted he is. I’ve felt Marcus countless times before, behind me mostly, and have a sense of his developed muscles and taut physique.
But feeling it and seeing it are worlds apart, because fuck me all the way to hell, how could a man look so…beautiful?
He’s a fucking man, I chastise my own brain as he’s about to drool all over the guy. There are no soft curves or round tits or anything that usually appeals to me.
All my eyes zoom in on are hard muscles, defined abs, a sculpted waist, and thick, muscular thighs.
And I realize this is basically the first time I’ve seen him naked. I’ve only ever seen his ass and his cock that’s currently hard and pointing in my direction.
However, it’s the rest of him that makes my breaths stumble.
Namely, the tattoos.
Yes, plural.
The chain I saw a hint of starts at his neck, a glint of metallic ink curling over his chest and down his ribs and abs, breaking cleanly at his groin. Right in the middle of his defined V-line, the chain ends with an arrow that points straight at his cock.
It’s an extremely hot tattoo.
My attention is drawn to another large tattoo along his left thigh—the one I often see in the locker room, but not entirely.
It’s a slim dagger that’s buried deep in a blooming daisy. And I find myself wonderingwhy a daisy?
That’s not important, though.
What is important is the state of my cock that’s been twitching like an uncooperative little shit since I started my viewing session of Marcus.
He’s all man. Masculine, rugged, and with fuckingtattoos. Every inch of him a story I’m not supposed to want to read. And I hate that I want to.
“Are you done ogling me?” The rumble of his voice snaps me back to that dark smirk tilting the corner of his gorgeous mouth.
“I’m not ogling you.”
He taps the corner of his lips. “You might want to wipe that. You’re drooling, baby.”
I reach a hand to my mouth, intending on bleeding the fucker dry for embarrassing me, but I find nothing. My hand drops as I glare at Marcus, and he just bursts out laughing.
The sound is easy but deep, like a rumble in the darkest pits of my broken soul.
But I don’t get to focus on that as he stalks toward me, killing the distance inch by each agonizing inch. “You know what will happen now, my prince?”
I remain quiet, not knowing what to say, feeling so out of my element but also getting distracted by his glorious naked body as he reaches into his side drawer.
This is not normal.
It’s just a body. Aman’sbody. I’ve seen countless of them.
And yet none of them have made my fucking cock leak the way it is right now. The transparent precum slides like a goddamn tear down its length.
Marcus grabs a tube from his nightstand, and a weird sort of fire ignites in my stomach.
