"Mark me," she pleads. "Do it."
That’s all the permission I need.
I bend my head and sink my teeth into the tender flesh where her shoulder meets her neck. It’s not a gentle bite. It’s a claiming.
She cries out, a sharp, pained sound that’s quickly swallowed by a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me, a milking, sucking pressure that pulls my own orgasm from me.
I come with a hoarse shout, my whole body tensing as I spill into her, hot and endless. The pleasure is a blinding, white-hot rush, a complete and total system failure.
I collapse on top of her, my body a dead weight, my face buried in the crook of her neck. I’m shaking, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
I feel a tremor run through her body, a soft, sweet aftershock. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her legs are still wrapped around my waist, holding me close.
We lie there for a long moment, a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs, our bodies still joined.
I can't hear anything over the sound of my frantically beating heart.
I slowly roll to the side, taking her with me, so we’re facing each other. I brush a stray strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek.
She looks up at me, her eyes soft, dazed. There’s a mark on her neck, a perfect imprint of my teeth, and a fierce, primal satisfaction surges through me.
I did that.
She’s mine.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice a rough whisper.
She nods, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across her face. "I'm more than okay."
I kiss her, a soft, gentle kiss that's full of a tenderness that’s still as overwhelming as the fire from before.
She’s sobeautiful.
She’s so…
Mine.
I don't even bother with surprise at the thought.
What’s the point?
I'm not a man who lies to himself.
This was a mistake. A stupid, reckless, impulsive mistake.
I never make mistakes.
But I did, and there's no taking it back.
Her hand comes up to my face, her thumb stroking my jawline. "You're thinking too hard."
"I'm a lawyer," I say. "It's what I do."
She laughs, a soft, husky sound. "Well, stop it. Just for a minute."
I capture her hand, bring her fingers to my lips, and press a kiss to her palm. "Okay."
She closes her eyes, her body lax and replete. I watch her, my gaze tracing the lines of her face, the curve of her neck, the perfect, bruising bite mark on her skin.
