EVELYN
I woke to the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, his warmth grounding me in the kind of comfort only he could provide. For a moment, everything felt perfect, but then, I felt sharp pains spreading across the outer lip of my vagina.
“Mine,” he murmured softly, his voice still heavy with sleep as he cupped my cheeks, his thumb brushing my brows with a tenderness that made my heart ache.
I tilted my head to look at him, my fingers instinctively moving to trace the sore area on my outer vagina lip. The flesh was a bit swollen. “I don’t know why it hurts so much,” I said, frowning.
He smiled, though there was a trace of something— amusement, perhaps, dancing in his eyes. “Maybe you were just marked a little too thoroughly,” he teased, his fingers curling around my jaw, holding me in place.
I raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be annoyed or laugh over it. “Marked? You bit me?”
He shrugged, clearly unbothered. “No.” But the smirk tugging at his lips told me otherwi
