His vision blacks out, and sound recedes. He’s suspended in nothing. Then, when he comes to, she’s still soft underneath him, and clearly in the middle of a little speech. “. . . did it to you, so it would be only, you know, fair. And you said, a few weeks ago, that you wanted to bite me, too . . .” The cheeks— now that he’s regained his eyesight, he can tell that they’re even pinker. He thinks that he might come again just from looking at them. And then the true meaning of her words sinks in. “You asked me to bite you,” he rasps out. She nods quickly. “The mating bite.” More nodding. “Mine.” Nod. “On you.” “You never really brought it up again. I was wondering if it was something I did, or— ” A “I was fucking— ” A deep, growly, unspeakable sound rises from deep in his chest. Zane had not known he was capable of that. “I was giving you space.” She frowns. “What?” “I was being a patient, considerate, respectful, non-intrusive, accommodating mate. I was try
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