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Chapter 502: Wanting her marks
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... d needles."
She stared at him, realizing he wasn’t joking. The idea of her art etched into his skin, a permanent claim, sent a shiver of heat through her. "You’re serious."
"Completely." He smiled—a slow, pleased curve of his lips.
"What would you even want?" she asked, setting her brush down and turning her body to his. "What could I possibly draw that would be worthy of you?"
"Something that is mine," he replied, his hand moving to rest on the back of her neck. ...
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