-HUDSON'S POV-
Slipping out of bed at noon was unacceptable. Shit! I was late for my meetings. Getting up from the bed gave me slight dizziness. Touching my neck proved that my mark was healed, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she had claimed me and Regis.
I thought that more time was essential to figure out if we truly could have a happy future to look forward to before considering marking each other. My love blooms only for her but what if later down the line she needed more than a strap-on? What if I was forced to let another man make love to her in order to have her sexual appetite satiated? Do I dare ask her to tone down her kinkiness and settle for my limitation?
Removing the strap-on, I washed it properly in the bathroom, then dried it thoroughly. I jumped into the shower with muddled thoughts. The sight of my dysfunctional cock made me feel less than a man. Cursed and broken without a way to end my misery.
I sighed in despair. Today would be a day of desp
