Down both sides were four bloody claw marks. I licked my lips as I watched him. Now everyone will know you're mine. If you were fucking someone else, you probably won't be again until after those heal. And maybe I won't let them heal. I think I rather enjoy you marked up. I certainly enjoyed doing it. My mind was a hellishly devilish place sometimes. While I knew I should be showing remorse for what I'd done, it was in the heat of passion. Surely, he couldn't get upset about that. “Are you mad?” I asked anyway. “No.” He grinned at me, that sexy mysterious grin that caused my body to pulse with want all over again. How in the hell did he do that to me? We had just had sex, and I felt like I could screw him at least a dozen more times. “I like it,” he told me before coming around the side of the bed and bending over to pick up his shirt and pull it back on. “I have marked you mine,” I said playfully. “That I am. Yours and yours alone,” he replied, though the emotion had left his voice.
