He inhales sharply when I suck down on his skin right where his neck meets his shoulder. I pull back when I realize it’ll leave a mark, and all of a sudden, something dark and unpleasant rushes through me—something that makes me hate myself. “No,” Archer says, grabbing my hair and guiding me to his chest. “Mark me, darling. Right here, over my heart. It’s yours. I am yours, Serenity.” He pulls me closer, until my lips are pressed against his chest. His eyes are filled with a different kind of desire as I do just that and mark him as mine, satisfaction coursing through my body. He smiles at the
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