[Samara]
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I ran my finger over the mark Dylan had left. It looked like a bruise. A hickey. Except for the fact that it was dark, almost black and it wasn’t very big. But it was still his mark. Would it fade? I closed my eyes as I remembered last night. The s*x. The touches. The kisses and the orgasms. It was more than I had ever felt with anyone else before. It was explosive. It was erotic and, after that first time, it had been intense. I hadn’t just felt my own orgasm, my own pleasure, but I had felt his too. It was perfect in every single way.
“Babe?” Dylan called out from the other side of the closed door, and I opened my eyes and looked at myself once again. My eyes were heavy and dark with lust. My lips were slightly red and swoll
