He was on fire. Nick was running with sweat. His skin felt like it had been whipped raw. He had stopped looking down at himself. He could feel the hurt without having to see.
He was burning up. His jacked body was in agony. But there was not one sign of blood. She had not cut his shredded torso once. Out of respect? But she was torturing the skin off him. Making him twist away. Jump to the tune of her whip-hand. Every time his nervy eyes saw her swish her wand in his direction .. automatically his instincts flinched away.
Twisting to evade. Hoping to re-direct her stroke somewhere else. Anywhere .. somewhere it would not sting like fuck.
But every little inch of his upper body hurt. Muscled, gym-honed, shredded. But on fire. Wherever she landed her feather-like touch .. Nick Carter yelped. He couldn’t help it.