Chapter 13
Jackson was not nearly sated. Their first encounter was to get rid of the pleasantries. An introduction of sorts. He was on a mission to douse himself in Anna’s scent and to mark her body in places he could go back to later and be reminded of all the ways he owned her. She was his playground, and he’d come to play. Hard.
He wanted to make sure she was able to handle their lovemaking, though. A growing primal need demanded that he exhaust her mind, body, and soul. In doing so, she’d remember him and only him. He was going to imprint himself onto Anna, the way she’d imprinted on him. A phantom mark. A stamp ingrained inside his soul and merged with his entire being.
Jackson started a bath. Originally, he wanted to shower, but he could tell she was sore.
“Anna, baby, come here,
