"T-The gala!" I gasp out, my body tingling in need. "No hickeys."
He doesn't even laugh, lifting me up further till his mouth is directly in front of my chest. He takes one tight n****e into his mouth, and I groan.
After having Toby, my breasts have become more sensitive, but it's more obvious now, with Morris biting my n****e hard. The pain doesn't bother me.
I crave it.
I want to wear his marks on my body. I want him to lay his claim on my body. It's always belonged to him. Nobody has ever touched me after him. I never let anybody get that close.
Morris slams me into the wall, and I don't even feel it, my hands clutching at his hair. The fire inside me is blazing with need. I can't think, and when he slides his hand down my hip to cup my p***y, I moan quietly.
"I need you," I breat
