Chapter 40 Marking Him

• I welcome the rough kisses that he cascades down my neck, the nips and nibbles that he bestows upon the heated and sweaty skin between these open-mouthed kisses. His hands are clamped on my hips, pinning me to place while my legs are loosely wrapped around his waist. The deep anguish I had felt earlier has begun to ebb away slowly.
• One of his hands skims up my thigh and rests lightly on the hip. The claws rake my skin, not hard enough to mark but make his beast’s presence known. My heart has been rabbiting ever since we tumbled in bed, whether out of this pleasant surprise or the fact that my mind and heart were working in sync, I don’t know.
• “I like this look, you in my clothes. Were you waiting for me, baby?” he murmurs against the skin just above my collarbone. I let out a breathy sigh. “Not…. really.”