“Mark me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest, despite the way my body was already trembling under Ethan’s.
Ethan froze, his c**k still buried deep inside me, his body pulsing with restrained tension. The storm in his eyes shifted, surprise flickering across his features as he processed what I had said. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the disbelief palpable.
“I want you to mark me,” I repeated, my voice firmer this time, each word carrying the strength of my resolve. “I’m ready.”
His eyes searched my face like he was memorizing me, trying to see if I meant it. But I did. I meant every word. I wasn’t just ready for this. I craved it. The bond. The fire. The ultimate step. I needed to be his - completely.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice rough, lik
