R18: Proceed with caution
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The soft wind ruffled the grasses slightly, the sound of our skin slapping against each other and our moans filled the air.
His kiss lingered on my neck, sucking and licking my skin, exactly where the half mark was, I trembled as a hot sensation shot through my veins.
"Damon," my palm softly pressed against his chest.
Getting the meaning behind my gesture, he pulled back, his dark eyes were like a pool of dark ink ready to engulf me any second. He pressed his thumb against my lips gently before caressing it.
"You don't want me to?" His deep husky voice carried a hint of hurt.
I blinked, unable to meet his gaze, I wanted to but if we became fully mated, would he survive after I was gone?
"You have only proposed, of course, we have to get married before you mark me." I giggled nervously. "Don't tell me you're already so impatient."
