It took a couple of days before the marks and bruises started to fade from Serenity’s body. Damien had chuckled the next morning when she stood up and groaned, stretching her body as tall as she could before looking down to notice the discoloration in certain spots. Between the bite marks and hickeys, she looked like someone had thrown paint on her.
She eyed him and noticed he didn’t have a mark on him. She promised herself to bite harder next time. Next time!? I am such a horndog. She shook herself and stomped to the bathroom. It became their evening ritual to take a run before dinner, but she steered clear of the lake, pointedly ignoring him if he tried to guide her down the paths she knew led to it. She also had to swat his hands away when they got in bed at night, not wanting to g
