His fingers traverse over her smooth skin, her toes that were the size of a small bud of flower, her glistening skin that was chaffed and now bruised, each of it seemed like art itself, something he could stare at for hours without boredom.
Fresh out of the bath, Bella had smelled like rose water and the honey soap she used. Her entire body waft with sweet fragrance no sweeter than her blood, and the way her skin glide around his fingertips did beguiled him to take a bite.
Like a starved man who had just seen a fresh and sweet red apple dangling in front of his eyes, an apple that would surely satisfy him. His tongue licked his lower lips, his fingers moving from her skin to the medicine, rubbing it over her wounds.
