Insert Mark Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Lisa carefully cleaned Sandra's room, meticulously tidying every corner of the space. As she cleaned the bookshelf, her eyes were drawn to a photo frame hidden among the stacks of books and other items. With caution, Lisa picked up the photo frame and discovered that it was a picture of Devan's late mother, who had passed away several years ago. However, what startled Lisa was the cross mark inscribed on the photo in red ink. She felt uneasy seeing the mark, wondering why Devan's mother's photo was marked in such a way. Lisa sensed that something was amiss, as if there was a secret hidden behind the mark.

It spilled out. “What is marking? Can you explain this cause I don’t understand any of these?” I retorted cautiously. My instincts were telling me to flee. Yet my body said no. It was like I was in the exact place I was supposed to be. No more, no less. "Marking is the first step of the mating process. Now I’m here, I would mark and mate you properly.” At this juncture, I was beginning to hear words that were beginning to piss me off.

I finally said. He nodded. “Marks are a bit like territorial markings. A way to say to others someone’s taken.” “Like wedding rings?” “I guess. A lot of people see claiming like a marriage.” He kept moving his finger delicately on my skin, I had to make a conscious effort not to close my eyes and indulge in a frisson. “There is a more temporary version of marking that people do when dating.” “How?” I asked. “I could show you,” he said looking into my eyes.

“It was just a one-night stand. That’s all.” But as I moved toward the mirror I froze. There, on the curve of my neck, etched into my skin was a mark. My eyes widened in horror. Azrik marked me.

I slowly move my hips while Kane caresses my breasts and Axel thrusts into me. Just as I am about to climax, Axel sinks his teeth into my neck and marks me. The exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure is so overwhelming that I cannot help but cry out, and Kane’s lips muffle my scream as my body trembles against Axel’s chest. Axel moves slightly, untangling my hands around him, and pulling my head backwards into his neck. I lick his neck, and he shivers when I graze my teeth against his skin. “Now, Elara,” he groans, and I mark him just as he ejaculates into me.

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

He moves a little and pulls out of me. I nuzzle my mark on his neck. He smells so good… It's mixed with wild sex. "You smell good," I mutter. "So do you," he whispers.

The Marked One. ​As I reached them, Noah placed a hand on the small of my back. It was a gesture of protection, but my heart told me otherwise. ​"Tonight, you the neighbors," Cassian whispered, leaning in as I stood between them. "Try not to look so much like a rabbit, little wolf." ​"Why am I here?" I hissed, my hand instinctively going to the collar of my gown to hide the mark. ​"It’s a celebration of strength, Aria," Noah answered, his voice smooth as silk but hard as the marble beneath us. "The Blackthorne Gala". Our allies have traveled far to witness the stability of the Blackthorne territory. Don’t embarrass us."