“It’s okay. I like knowin’ I’ll be walkin’ around tomorrow with your mark on me. I hope the whole damn world sees it. Let ’em know I belong to you.” “I belong to you too, Misael,” I murmured, pulling against his grip on my hair to kiss him again. “Marked or not. I’m yours.” I could feel his smile against my lips, both sinful and sweet. “I know.”
