My Alpha's Mark
she whispers.
“Say it,” I murmur as I take in the tips of her nipples pushing through her shirt.
“Markov, Master.”
“From here on out, you’re not going to make any noise. If you do make a sound, you won’t be rewarded,” I inform her.
She shivers and I watch in awe as her eyes grow large and fascinated, as she stares up at me. Goosebumps cover her delicate damp skin, and I run my fingers along those beady nips. The need to feel them under my fingertips, to feel them in my mouth is almost overpowering.
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