Inked by the Ithaqua

Inked by a monster-sounds cool, right?
Until the guy accidentally imprinted on me. What was supposed to be a birthday gift to myself backfired in my face.
How was I to know when I told him "Surprise me" that the fine-ass monster man would somehow embed his essence into my tattoo?
Or that I'd come from his skilled fingers tapping a needle full of ink into my back?
Now, ever since my tat-gasm, the guy follows me like a love-sick puppy…
Intriguing me.
Idolizing me.
Impaling me.
But I don't do insta-love, no matter how hot the s-e-x is.
Can I find a way to remove the tat, or will Ilian infiltrate the walls I've built around my heart?