Marking was not just desire. It was permanence. Trust. A promise written into skin and soul.
For a brief moment, fear fluttered. Her old wounds, her old mistakes… surfaced.
But then she looked at him. At the man who waited. Who protected. Who loved without forcing… without demanding.
She reached up, cupping his face. A trembling smile formed on her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered, voice steady despite the storm inside her. “I trust you.”
Raphael exhaled shakily, forehead dropping to hers. “I swear,” he murmured, “I will never break that trust.”
He slipped his hand into her soft hair, bringing her lips closer to his… devouring her, taking her breath away. His hard erection rubbing her folds, throbbing to feel inside of her.
Feeling her hand circling his erection, he groane
