There are still bite marks under my shirt, speckled along my breasts. There were a few that ventured too high up my neck that required concealer. He tugs the collar down, eyes heating. “You covered them up.” He wets his thumb in his mouth and rubs at my skin. His touch is delicious and dangerous, and I find myself enraptured by his expression. “There.” He releases me. “Now the world will know you’re mine. Don’t hide it.” We’d managed the day without him going all dark on me. And here we are…
