“Bite me, mark every inch of me.” A growl erupts from his chest, starting a fire only he can put out. His hand tightens around my hip, anchoring me firmly in place. “Dig your nails in deeper, baby. Make it fucking hurt,” he hisses. When I do, he groans. Holy shit. He leans in, biting down on the flesh on my shoulder, and I cry out. “You want me to mark you? You want me to lose control? Baby, you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for.”
