Mark Of Fury
With a low growl, he gently pushed me back, his eyes filled with a fierce determination.
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. I could sense the shift in his energy, the raw power that emanated from him as he circled around me, his gaze never leaving mine.
I was lost in a trance.
In a swift movement, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a gentle yet possessive manner. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his mark upon me, a symbol of our bond that would never be broken.
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