Page 40 of Caressed By Sin
I decided to worry about that later as I studied my sweet fairy.
Her eyes were closed, but I could hear her breathing. Her body was naked, slender and incredibly soft. Yet, I knew she could fight. There was power in her kicks and punches. My body still had the memories.
And now my blood has made her more powerful. We’ll see if that bites me in the ass later.
I perused her more.
She had a pattern of black lines tattooed along one arm and on one leg.
Is this due to her Yumboe tribe or something else?
The lines were delicate and elegant. They were rendered in a fine ink, as though applied by hand, and the shadows they created had a subtle, velvety softness. Each line arced and swirled in fine strokes.
I touched them.
The lines heated.
She stirred in my hold.
These aren’t tattoos at all.
She was an absolute mystery. A fairy with venomous fangs and sensitive black lines staining her brown skin.
I tried to make sense of this fascinating puzzle.
Her husband was a vampire. They had a daughter which means he’d feasted on her. Vampires couldn’t fuck without spilling blood.
I frowned, not liking the idea of some evil vampire’s fangs piercing her soft flesh.
Did he turn her somehow?
I inhaled her soft flesh.
No. There’s no trace of vampirism within her.
I sniffed at her again.
But, she doesn’t smell like a fairy either.
I ran my fingers through her silver dreadlocks, completely fascinated by the color and softness.
I’d seen Yumboe tribes before. Some of them could have brown, black, or even blood-red hair. Never had I witnessed one with bright silvery strands.
Earlier, she said she was born with it.
Then, is she a pureblood Yumboe or something else?
Her eyes fluttered.
I paused and watched her.
Why is she waking up? She should still be out.
A soft groan left her.
My cock jerked against my thigh.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and gazed up at me.
