Brax POV
He still lay on top of her—post orgasm, their bodies still connected—both panting. Brax stared into her eyes, stroking her hair—a lazy smile on his face.
An almost disappointed look crossed her features.
“What’s wrong?” Brax asked softly.
“I just—I thought you’d mark me, or ask to anyway,” she admitted, a sad smile grazing her lips.
“Hmm, trust me, it was very hard not to sink my teeth in this delicious neck,” he growled playfully, nipping her skin. Veronica giggled under him, trying to push him off.
Brax pulled back and smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes before he turned serious.
“I meant what I said, Veronica. I want to do this right. I want to show everyone we belong together, and that I love you. I want to do a marking ceremony.”
Her eyes scanned his face. “Really?
