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He drew, as though he was in love with his canvas. The strokes were soft and tender.

He wasn't just marking her. He was enjoying it. as though he was high on drugs. It was a kink he had after all.

With such a perfect muse under his expert hands, he was more than turned on. Pity, she wasn't just anyone.

If she had been an ordinary entity, he would have no qualms claiming her even just for a night. Sadly, she wasn't his to claim. Not just yet.

He finished the ritualistic marking and placed his devices away. His gaze lingered on her body as he gave her one last glance before walking out.

Arif opened his eyes groaning. His entire body ached due to the tensed muscles in his body. He soon forgot about it as his gaze fell on the girl.

Her back was exposed for him to see. The mark looked so beautiful on her body. If she had been enchanting before, now, she looked a million times more enchanting.