Kapitel 166: Do You Mean—?

Anastasia jerked her head to her right and found that the demonic tattoos inscribed on her upper arm were still there. She rubbed them but they didn't erase. Flabbergasted, she stared at them and murmured, "Perhaps they will fade quickly." She slid down his body and decided to rest in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes while resting his head on hers. His hands traveled to her hips where he circled them lazily. It had been so long that he reveled in her scent, her warmth and closeness. "Tell me about your time over there, Ana," he asked, removing her damp hair from her neck. "My sunshine…" he murmured.