Seventy Four

Asher

“I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt,” I murmured, staring down at the runes marking the inside of my bicep.

“It’s magic. That’s kind of the benefit,” Cian teased, lifting my arm and pressing a kiss over one of the sigils, which sent electric tingles racing across my body. “I love seeing my name etched into your skin, and knowing it didn’t bring you pain only makes it better.”

I tugged up his shirt, trailing my fingers down the side of his ribcage where he’d marked himself with my name. “Me too.”

“It’s a shame I have to wear a shirt and cover it up.”

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