The next morning, I woke up snuggled next to Xavier, his arm around me and his warm breath fluttering over my fresh mark. It was kind of turning me on. I felt his morning situation pressing against my backside and I started to grind against him. His arm tightened around me, and he kissed my mark.
“Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish,” he whispered in my ear.
“Oh, I’m prepared to finish. Multiple times if necessary.”
“Last night wasn’t too much?”
I flipped over to face Xavier and threw my leg across his waist. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. “Listen carefully. You are never too much. Regardless of my feelings about or towards the Moon Goddess, we were apparently designed to be together. I loved every minute of last night, and I am proud to bear your mark. Don’
