LUCIAN
She kisses me deeper, and the rest turns into a blur made of heat and breath and our bodies moving where we need them to move. She keeps the pace, deciding when my mouth is here, when my hands are there, when I get more, when I have to wait. It kills me, but I don’t care. I’d die happy like this.
“Mark me,” she whispers finally, her voice shaking, and her pupils blown wide. “But don’t c*m yet.” She rules the word out like it offends her. “Hold it. For me.”
I swallow hard, nodding, and pressing my forehead to hers because the room is spinning and I need an anchor. “Say you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” She pulls her hair aside, baring the place I’ve dreamt of sinking my teeth into since the first night she fell asleep on my chest. “Do it.”
I don’t rush. I lay my mouth over that soft
