Once my gown was off my shoulder, he leaned in, starting the process with a chaste kiss to my pulse point then continuing lower, his lips gliding softly along my skin. When he finally reached the place he planned to mark me, his tongue traced a small pattern over my flesh. It tingled at first, then his tongue swept over me again, tracing the same design and a heat ignited that seemed to set my whole body aflame. Axton was right: it felt like he’d kissed me and I wanted more. He drew back to admire his work. “Do you like it?” I glanced down, trying to make out the small mark in the dim light.
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