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Marking him? “What?”

“I want you to mark me.”

Hesitantly, I reach up, tilting his head until his neck is within reach. I place a soft, tentative kiss on his warm skin.

“Do it.” His voice is rough, commanding. “Make me yours.”

I open my mouth, gently taking the delicate skin between my teeth. Sebastian groans, the sound shooting straight to my core, and I begin to suck, still cautious.

“Harder.”

I comply, biting down with force. He hisses in pained pleasure, rocking his hips against me. Hot and hard.

“That’s my girl. Don’t stop.” He shoves two fingers inside me, and a stifled moan escapes me, but I continue sucking the spot like a vampire.

He pumps his fingers slowly, and I roll my hips to meet them. I need himso much.

“Just like that, princess.” His voice resonates with dark satisfaction, and he inserts another finger, stroking me firmly from within.

The combined stimulation makes me wild and wanton. I clamp my teeth down harder. He groans, picking up the pace and crooking his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashes over me, dragging me under. My head falls back against the pillows, and I squeeze my eyes shut, relishing the release.

When the last tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers.

“You’re mine just like I’m yours. Never forget that,” he says.

My eyes drop to his neck, where an angry red mark now blooms on his skin. I reach up, tracing it with my fingertips. “I promise.”

He leans down to capture my lips, the tip of his cock teasing my slick entrance. “Beg for it, princess.”

My body thrums with need, and I arch my hips, inviting him in.

His lips curve into an arrogant smirk, not moving an inch.

I groan in frustration, desperate to have him inside me. “Please, Sebastian. I need you.”

He nips at my earlobe. “That’s my good girl.”

With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside me. A throaty moan falls from my lips at the sudden intrusion, my walls stretching to accommodate him.

He draws out slowly before slamming back in and setting a brutal pace, with each thrust hitting that fan-fucking-tasticsweet spot deep inside me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he fucks me into the mattress.

“You feel so fucking good.” His words are muffled against my neck as he sucks another mark into my skin.

The feeling sweeps me away, the feeling of him moving inside me, claiming me, owning me. This is where I belong.

Broken cries and breathless pleas fill the space between us. After a while, he slows down, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes. Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine, building and building.

“Come for me, princess.” He growls, circling my clit with his thumb.

The dual stimulation sends me tumbling over the edge with a shattered moan. My body is electric, tense, and buzzing with joy. Then it all vanishes, and I let out a short breath, slumping back into the sheets.

He is still inside me, slowly thrusting.

“Sebastian?”

“Not done yet.” Watching me with a self-satisfied smirk, he sits back on his feet and grips my legs, holding them up against his chest.

He continues the lazy rhythm of his hips. The stretch and drag of him inside me is maddening, not nearly enough, but too much all at once. His hand finds my breast, kneading and pinching until I’m squirming with desperate need. Exhaustion replaced by renewed arousal.

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