In the front kitchen of their spacious apartment, Cassandra, a fiery redhead with a penchant for body art, busied herself preparing dinner for two. The aroma of garlic and basil wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of fresh tattoo ink that still clung to her skin.
Her companion, Adrian, a tall, dark-haired man with a wicked smile, watched her from the doorway, admiring the way her jeans hugged her curves and the way her crimson hair cascaded down her back. He couldn’t help but be drawn to her, to the allure of the new tattoo that adorned her shoulder, a delicate vine of roses and thorns that seemed to dance as she moved.
“Come here,” Cassandra said, her voice husky with desire. She turned to face him, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.
Adrian obeyed, crossing the room in a few long strides. He stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body.
“I love your new tattoo,” he murmured, tracing the outline of the roses with his fingertips.
Cassandra shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. “I got it for you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Adrian’s heart skipped a beat. He looked into her eyes, seeing the truth of her words reflected there.
“Then let me see it properly,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
Cassandra nodded, stepping back and slowly unbuttoning her jeans. She let them fall to the floor, revealing the lacy red thong that matched her bra.
Adrian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the fresh ink that decorated her hip, a pair of wings that seemed to be taking flight.
Without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the delicate wings. Cassandra gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as he traced the outline of the wings with his tongue.
He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body as they kissed, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
Cassandra moaned, her hips grinding against his as he slipped his hand beneath her thong, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
“Not here,” she gasped, breaking away from the kiss. “The bedroom.”
Adrian nodded, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his gaze raking over her body as he stripped off his clothes.
Cassandra watched him, her eyes dark with desire as he joined her on the bed.
Their lovemaking was fierce and passionate, a dance as old as time. Adrian explored every inch of her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Cassandra cried out, her fingers digging into his back as he entered her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release.
As they reached their peak, Cassandra wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back as she whispered his name.
Adrian groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he filled her, his release mingling with hers.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their limbs tangled together as they caught their breath.
“I love you,” Cassandra whispered, her fingers tracing the ink that decorated Adrian’s chest.
“I love you too,” Adrian replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that their love was as permanent as the ink that adorned their bodies.
