Just barely stopping me from roaring with triumph, I gripped her hair, tugging till her neck was bare to me and the place I had my eyes on throb with her pulse. I am hard all over again just with the thought of marking this woman before me. f**k, I had gone so long.
"You are mine, Sunny. I will marry you. You're my queen. And I’ll be marking you as hard as I love you.” With a possessive snarl, I sank my fangs into the tender skin of her neck, biting the ever-living hell out of her…
Marking her, claiming her as my own, surpassing a boundary with no chance of return—it feels as if I'm finally breathing. It's as though every second I've spent in this century-long existence has dissolved into insignificance.
Having etched my mark upon her, it feels as though I've unearthed the very essenc
