(Selene)
Fuck. I was so stupid. Why did I have to mark him when he already told me he wasn’t ready for that? What the hell was I thinking?
I couldn’t even blame the heat of the moment, not entirely. Yes, we’d been tangled in each other, lost in the pleasure, but that didn’t excuse what I did. I knew better. I knew he wasn’t ready, and I did it anyway. And for what? Because some part of me thought if I marked him, he wouldn’t be able to walk away?
Pathetic. I was absolutely pathetic.
He hadn’t said much after it happened. He’d gone quiet, his breathing heavy, his fingers gripping my waist a little too tightly. And then he pulled away. Not completely—he wasn’t cruel like that—but enough that I felt it. Enough that I knew I had f****d up.
What if he resented me for this? What if he looke
