Sherman
"What the hell, Sherman?" Silvia panted against my chest, her fingers digging into my biceps with surprising strength.
Her voice was sharp but laced with confusion and something else I couldn't quite identify.
I froze instantly.
Shit, had I just...?
My mind rewound the last few moments.
"Damn it," I muttered, realizing what I'd done.
I'd bitten her--like claiming territory.
The copper-iron taste of her skin lingered on my tongue, sending primitive jolts through my body. I looked down at the mark on the junction between her neck and shoulder--not deep enough to break skin, but clear and unmistakable.
My mark. That had to hurt.
"I... f**k, I'm sorry," I apologized hastily, gently touching the reddened skin with my fingertips. "I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean
