She had tattoos; all over her body, tattoos he hadn’t known were there, and as she disrobed they began to glow. Some were black and grey, and became a bright white. Others were vibrantly colored, and their colors became brilliant and then blinding.
By the time she was in his arms, his eyes were squeezed shut and he didn’t dare to open them. He imagined the figures and symbols burning from her skin and onto his. They were certainly hot to the touch, uncomfortably hot.
“Will this hurt?”
She whispered in his ear, “Not if I get what I want.”