Grim
It was still dark and raining when I woke Lily a few hours later. It was the sound of my mouth on her neck that reached her first, and then the warm, tingling sensation on her skin as she realized what I was doing to her yet again. Instinctively, her fingers raked through my hair, and she tipped her head back to give me better access to her throat.
I loved it.
She knew exactly what I wanted.
Her body was peppered with my marks, but her neck… that's the one that claimed her, that made her mine and I went feral over it.
In the past, women were mere objects for release. There was no lust or longing or burning. There was no kissing, no embracing, no tenderness. And there was certainly no claiming.
Plain and simple, I never really found anyone attractive nor did they stir anything
