Chapter Forty Three

Justine scrunched his nose against my collarbone and planted a little kiss there. I whimpered in his embrace, and he teased and gnawed on the delicate point, taking care not to affect the skin. He nibbled harder, and I'm confident it left a mark. The prospect of his marking me thrills me more than anything else, and I ran my fingers through his disheveled dark hair, drawing his head further and deeper, silently urging him to be extremely hard. There was a knock on the door, and Justine made a growling sound in the bottom and depths of his windpipe.

"Someone better be deceased," he murmured to me. He became more agitated. "Hey, get out!"

"Teddy and his friends wanted their equipment back so they can go," Diana said. "Peter instructed me to come and inform you. Do you want us to put a halt to them so you may speak with them about Mayette?"

"I'll manage it," he said st