"Keep going," I said, my voice low but firm. "I want to hear it. All of it.""You straddled me on that bed and begged me not to stop. You bit me, Amelia. You left your mark on me right here—" He tugged the collar of his shirt down, revealing the faint red scar just below his collarbone. My mark, bar
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