Anastasia's hand brushed across the scars on his back. She was dying to trace the tattoo he had on his chest, one that had peeked every time he opened his two buttons, which was extremely rare. Her hands trailed down further and she came across more scars. She wanted to kiss every one of them. Could they be any more brazen? With seven other people in the hollow of the tree, they knew that even if one of them got up, they would see them in the act. But who was bothered? Let them see. She wanted everyone to see.
She was not bothered whether it was right or not, whether as a royal of Vilinski, she should be indulged in this kind of an act with a vokudlak. She didn't want to think about anything… just wanted to be carried in the flow… in the emotions…
