I stare at Jarek’s mark on my shoulder in the mirror for the hundredth time this morning. I wasn’t sure what to expect when he marked me, and although it still needed time to heal, it was actually quite beautiful. Instead of looking like a bite mark, it was intricate with swirling lines around the place where I could tell his teeth had punctured my skin. It reminded me of the raised maze-like mark I had given him last night. Almost as if the two designs would fit together like puzzle pieces.
When I agreed to let him mark me, I had been prepared for the pain that inevitably would come with it. I wasn’t prepared for the surge of pleasure. His teeth broke my skin just as a wave of or**sm ripped into me and my body knew what to do. If I had been capable of coherent thought, I probably would’v
