She kissed him back enthusiastically, her hips rocking against his hand, rapidly becoming lost in the sensations. She'd never felt so hot, so aroused in her life.
She whimpered at the loss of his hand between her legs. But the whimper turned into a moan as she watched him lick and suck the taste of her.
Once his shirt was tossed aside, she pulled him against her again, not noticing the tattoo on his arm right away.
She watched as he began kissing his way down her body. Her hands stroked his hair, over his shoulders, down his back. Her jaw dropped, though, when her eyes were drawn to the mark on his left arm. Her stomach clenched painfully, her breath stuck in her throat.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, panic flooding her. "Stop Ferrol," she said firmly. "Stop, stop, stop." She was shaking, but not with arousal.