TRAPPED IN HIS WEBS
He leaned over me, his hands pinning my wrists to the mattress.
"I need to make sure you remember this night," he said. He started at my neck. He didn't just kiss me; he bit down, hard. He moved down my chest, leaving a trail of dark, ugly purple marks on my skin. He left them where a shirt would cover them, but I knew they were there. Every time I moved, I felt the dull, stinging ache of his ownership.
"David," I moaned, my head falling back.
He didn't stop. He worked his way down to my hips, leaving a final, deep mark right above my belt line. He was marking me like property, and the strangest thing was that I loved it. I loved that he was so desperate to claim me.
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