#islastrande

[ronan-doy]

“I love it when the binds leave bruises on your skin.” (novak;;)

He tugged the shirt down his waist, covering the bite that the rope had left on his skin. Marks that would soon color deep purple and fade into yellowish fade within days to be covered with new ones. 

"I know. Can I take this?" Ronan walked around the table swapping an apple off the tray.