His mouth makes its way across my pale skin, leaving in its wake a trail of saliva and goose bumps. My neck has always been a sensitive area.
I beg for more, my naked form pulsing from underneath his own strong body.
He gives me what I want and it only gets slightly better with his small bites on my delicate skin.
His teeth graze my pulse, but it's still not enough. I want more, always. Even if it hurts. Especially if it leaves a mark.
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