As he works his mouth over her thigh, he can see the henna patterns painted in the inside of her upper thighs, echoes of the tattoo on his arm. He's undoubtedly making the henna wear off faster every time he kisses, licks at it, but can he resist the temptation? SHOULD he?

There are no words now, just the sound of her heart, her breaths, the noises of pleasure she's making.