[Tabitha’s POV]
“Prove it,” I hiss, grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look me in the eye. “Show me your sincerity, baby.”
At my words, Anthony’s eyes grow dark, and one of his hands cups the back of my neck, slamming our mouths together while his other continues to hold me in place while we move from the wall to the couch.
Panting, I find myself being thrown down before Anthony attacks, yanking my clothes off of me like a madman. Once they’re off, he starts to undress himself so that I get the perfect view of the many tattoos that cover his skin, covering the various scars that he bears from his many years as a warrior.
Since we began to do the church's bidding when we came of age, Anthony was thrown into battle five years before me, and now, at the age of thirty, he bore many sca
