Lydia's throat moved as she swallowed. "That is serious."
"It is."
Lydia reached out and cupped his face with both hands. Her thumbs brushed the corners of his mouth. "You love me, don't you?"
He hesitated, like the words were hard to pull out. But when he spoke, his voice was sure. "Yeah. I do."
She smiled, her eyes were soft. "Then mark me."
There was no going back now. Not after the mark. Not after the way he bit down her like he owned her, like his name had always meant to live under her skin. Not after the way her body arched into it like she had been starving for the pain, for the bond, for him. And God, he didn't just mark her. He ruined her. Ethan felt some sort of deja vu like he had done it before.
They f****d like their true nature. Like they had been starve
