A Marked Lover Novels & Stories

It was my greatest wish too. Apollo fell silent. He was waiting for me to speak, waiting for me to agree that we could truly rebuild ourselves. But I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t, or maybe I still needed to heal first. I was just too confused. “But it’s okay.” The silence was broken by his voice again, and I felt even worse. “I will always love you. No matter if near or far. You marked me. You marked me in the most beautiful and painful way too. But, I have just one question… Did you cut your hair? Because I loved to take it off your shoulders.”

My stepmother just watched from the sidelines, waiting for the day I finally crashed and burned. No one had ever asked me if I was in pain. I stared into Vito's unfathomable eyes. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "Vito Luca, I'll marry you." A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes but was quickly drowned by his usual calm. "But before that, I need to ask you something." I locked my gaze on his, enunciating every word. "Do you have someone you love but can't have? Because my man can only belong to me. There can't be anyone else in his heart."

I whispered. Marco kissed my forehead, lingering there for a moment. "I'll give you a minute," he said hoarsely, then walked toward the door. "Marco?" He paused, hand on the doorknob. "I love you." His shoulders tensed, and for a moment I thought he might break down but he just nodded once and slipped out. “I’ll see him out.” Christabel murmured, walking out of the room and leaving me alone. I picked up my bouquet, forcing my lips to curve upward, and turned back to the mirror when another knock came, the door cracked open and cold air slipped into the room.

My body was his to-mark and he cherished to mark it. I moaned when he paused his caning my titties to squeeze and slap them instead, tracing his thumbs over the traces at the curves. "Sometimes it's painful for me, although it feels good seeing you hurt. You suffer so greatly for me, you play the worst games, and also you permit me to abuse you the worst ways. And the marks are -" Doctor Great trailed off, staring down on the lines. "There is my love, it shows how much I love you. My romantic little rabbit, I'm going to fucking cover you in them, like a uniform on your skin." "No!" I yelped it once more when he was slicing the cane down my thigh so that he could hear me protest, his love for

We were completely alone. “Relax, Moissanite,” he whispered, leaning just slightly closer, voice low and rough, only for my ears. “You look like you’re in so much pain, but I know you love it. Love feeling marked. Love knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this broken and this perfect all at once. Look at you… can’t even sit properly. Every time you move, I know exactly what you’re remembering. How I stretched you open. How I filled you until you couldn’t take anymore. How you felt me deep inside you, every inch of me.”

His hair messy from running his hands through it, jaw shadowed with stubble, shoulders tense like he hadn’t slept either. “What happened last night?” Luca asked, crossing his arms. “You look like you got hit by a truck.” Mark let out a humorless laugh. “Might’ve felt a lot better if I had.” Luca clicked his tongue. “It’s her, isn’t it? The wife.” Mark didn’t answer at first. He just stared at the ground, breathing hard. Then he spoke—quiet, raw, a confession torn out of him. > “I’ve loved her longer than I should.”

Clair laments, staring at the man before as hot tears sprinkle from her eyes staining her soft cheeks. “No…. you know I love you” Mark assures her, dragging her into his embrace. Clair was no virgin and everyone was more than aware of it. She had not only foolishly given herself to a man who had not married her but it was a topic to brag about almost all her friends and the constant hickeys from her night adventures with the young Alpha had never undergone the cues of concealer. “No dont love me, Mark.. You've never loved me because if you did I wouldn't have been humiliated today like the way I was” Clari cried some more, burying her face in the arms of her lover.

This was all going way too fucking fast. “Wait, Mark.” I said. “I’ve wait two months, Leia. You’re mine, let’s make it official. I want you to be my mate.” I kissed Mark. That was fucking romantic right? He wants me and only me. He wants me to be his mate. “Take your dress off.” Mark said. I did and I sat on his bed in my underwear and bra. Mark took off his shirt and pants, standing in his briefs before me. His arms still had scarring, but the rest of his body looked almost totally fine.

“Ok” Moving to the base of a large oak tree, I sit down with my back against the thick bark. Elnora is starting to move to my side, and I redirect her to straddle my lap. “This honestly doesn’t scream ‘wait for the divorce’” She laughs as she straddles me. “I, Lawler Brandt, am giving you my mark and never-ending love. I promise to be by your side in your times of need to the best of my ability. I promise to protect you and what you hold as yours. I promise to keep my word to you. Do you accept my mark?” Without a moment of pause, Elnora speaks, “Yes, I accept your mark.”

I fisted my free hand in jubilation, then pressed it to my mouth before murmuring, “Lucky him. So who is she, Wicket? Who’s his soul mate?” “Another mark bearer.” His wooden words flowed over me like the finest ale, going to my head until I felt instantly light-headed with glee. “But not the mark of L’Amante,” he added. “This one holds the mark...of his enemy.” I closed my eyes and wavered on my feet. But thank you, thank you, thank you. It was about time. Hope had returned. Once I was steady, I drew in a deep, relieved breath and opened my lashes, only to find my young lover beginning to shake with exertion, sweat trailing down his face.