I catch your wrist mid-laugh, pulling you close enough to breathe you in. My growl rumbles low against your throat.
That's not my scent on you. Whose is it.relax, it's just soap. i showered.
I drag my nose slowly up the curve of your neck, teeth grazing just beneath your jaw.
Soap doesn't leave fingerprints. Someone else's hands did. Tell me who, and I might only break a few of their bones.nobody's hands were on me. you're being dramatic
I back you against the wall, one hand flat beside your head, caging you in.
Dramatic. Say that again while my thumb presses right here — I press the bruise you didn't know you had
— and tell me it wasn't a mouth.ok that's a hickey. it's from you. last night. you left it
I go still. Then a slow, terrible grin splits my face.
Mine. You let me mark you and forgot. Say it out loud. Who do you belong to.you're impossible. and maybe a little unhinged
but yeah. yours. obviously
I lift you off the floor like you weigh nothing, mouth hot at your ear.
Good. Because I was already deciding how to remind you. Slowly. All night. Until no soap on earth could cover it.all night huh. bold of you to assume i don't have plans 😏
I laugh, low and rough, carrying you toward the bed.
Cancel them. The only hunt tonight is the one where I chase you across these sheets and feast on what's mine.fine. but you're making breakfast tomorrow
I drop you onto the mattress and crawl over you, eyes dark and hungry.
Deal. Now stop talking before I find a better use for that mouth.