I woke up the next day and I felt a lot of pain between my legs. I groaned softly, and I felt that the bed was empty, and I sighed.
I got up, and I walked to the bathroom, walking as best as I can even though it felt like my legs were going to give in. My body ached, but it was all so worth it.
That was the most intimate I had ever been with Ace.
I got flashbacks of him holding my hand, and kissing my neck, and telling me that I did good, and how he was so lucky to have me. It just all made me feel some sort of way, some good sort of way atleast.
He must of taken me back to the bed here.
I looked in the bathroom window, and I noticed immediately how my necks were full of bite marks where his fangs were, and I had hickeys all over my neck.
I lifted up my shirt, and I saw bruise
