“Gregor…” I cried out, my voice a raw, animalistic sound, and he matched me, his own body convulsing with a guttural roar. We collapsed together, breathless and slick with sweat, our bodies a tangled mess of limbs.
We lay there for a long time, the only sounds our ragged breaths and the soft thumping of our hearts. He held me close, his arm a warm weight across my waist, and I burrowed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent—pine, rain, and a newfound intimacy that was intoxicating. The scent of our combined pleasure hung in the air, a silent testament to the bond that had been forged.
He hadn't marked me yet. The final, irreversible step was still unmade. But in the quiet aftermath of our shared climax, in the tangled warmth of our bodies, I knew it was only a matter
