His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 14

Her bewildered gaze trailed over the dark ink stretching across his upper back, eyes filled with awe and astonishment. The intricate design pulsed with power and raw masculinity, it was meant for him. A pair of formidable wings sprawled across his shoulder blades, their sharp edges carved with precision. Between them stood an unwavering sword, a bold declaration of rebellion and his untamed spirit. As soon as she realised what she was doing, guilt pricked her and she looked away.

The tattoo was hauntingly beautiful. So dark yet enchanting. She had never seen it before.

Breath hitched in her throat when she caught him toying with his trouser's button from her peripheral vision. The painting fell from her hand, meeting the floor with a thud. His gaze snapped to her. A smirk played over his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Wha..what are you doing?" she stammered, her mouth drier than a sandpaper.

"What do you think?" he teased, putting on a show of removing his belt. She gulped, eyes wide like saucers.

"Remember, some nights ago you let me see what lies beneath your dress," he began, tilting his chin, causing a wave of shame to wash over her. Then with a slow, deliberate smirk, he added, "...I am returning the favor tonight."

She froze as he pulled his zipper down before removing his trousers, allowing her a glimpse of his muscular thighs. He watched as she visibly winced, still struggling to process the view.

"Holy grace," she cursed, eyes close to popping out. Horror streaked through her features as he reached for his boxers.

"No, please, don't," she blurted out, her cheeks turning pink as she threw her hands over her eyes.

"Why? You won't be disappointed, I assure you," a hint of smugness entered his eyes as he uttered the last part. She shook her head vigorously, still shielding her eyes.

"Please, don't," she implored. Even the idea of seeing him naked made her sick.

"Any other girl in your place would have begged me to take it off," he remarked, not offended just amused. He knew she was way too innocent to understand such things. She was pure- untouched, untainted. But he enjoyed teasing her. Pushing her buttons was his favorite hobby.

Smirking at her innocence, he spun on his heels to turn on the shower. She peeked through the gap between her fingers and exhaled softly, noticing his boxers were still on. He was being too comfortable with her. She quickly removed her hands and stretched out to hang up.

"Look at me, Sera. I want your eyes on me..." he instructed, causing her fingers to halt in mid-air. She watched as he spun the knob causing a flurry of waterdrops to rain down on him. "....On me only," he murmured possessively before angling his face upward.

He now stood under the shower, water cascading down his bare skin. Her mind drew a blank as she noted the details. His fingers were running through his wet hair, his head tilted upward, exposing the strong curve of his throat. Without her realising, her gaze briefly lingered on his adam apple, gliding downward to the sculpted ridge and hollow of his body along with droplets. But that wasn't what put her on edge. He..he was all naked except for his boxers that clung to him, very well outlining what lay beneath. Holy Mother! Her face turned scarlet, cheeks catching fire. Just then he arched backward, the movement making his back muscle tense and ripple. The mighty sword disappeared between the folds, those wings coming together to represent something collossal. Her virgin instincts were begging her to look away but how could she? How could she disobey him?