Awkward sex-mate mark

WINTER POV

"Damien," I mumbled, trying to move my mouth out of his reach, but he pulled me closer to him more, and I heard him groan.

"I am not in the mood for this. I'm rather exhausted and would like to rest," I said after being able to use my mouth again.

Damien furrowed his brows as he accessed me, and he chuckled. "Why would you think I care if you are in the mood for it or not?"

Well, for once, I knew he didn't. I was only hoping he'd let me be.

I sighed, attempting to sit up and leave the bathtub, which was beginning to look too small, but Damien tugged me back, making me straddle him.

His hand gripped my buttocks, squeezing hard, and he whispered. "Your due is to me in all parts of the house. Your exhaustion means nothing to me."

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead of words coming out, I gasped as a finger slipped into my pússy.

"Goodness, I can't believe you're still tight after two years of fúcking nonstop!" Damien said. He was vulgar, and I was not too fond of his words.