C61 Horror or action?
Ben’s eyes darken, he looks from me to my chest and his fingertips caress my tits. I let out a breathy moan, my fingers splay across his bare chest which my brain just registers. His chest is firm and solid under my touch, I trace the line between his abs to his chiselled jaw and the cut on the side of his face.
It no longer looks as extreme as it did when it was bleeding