Mark me? With the mark everything will be painfully easy between the two of us. That is, I will love him again, I will feel things for him again. Our bond will be impossible to break, we will be one. I don’t know if that is what I want, to carry his mark on my neck, to be exclusively his.
"Let us mark you, Alice."
"I’m afraid," I confessed.
"Trust us, please." He whispered.
"Alright, I’ll do it."
"You won’t regret it," he assured.
I closed my eyes tightly and ended up nodding.
"Yes, do it."
His expression is incredulous.
"Do you really let me do it?" I nodded.
He moved my hair to one side, he began to leave a trail of kisses on my neck, I shivered, his hands went up my legs, trapping his waist with them, my dress went up.
He licked the area on my neck, I dug my nails into his st
