Romans & histoires Sweet Bite Marks

He sat right beside me, touched my cheek before pushing my hair back to reveal my neck. He kissed my neck lightly, placed his tongue on the spot before biting and sucking. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I quickly used my hand to cover my mouth. Damon removed my hand with his other hand while he was still doing things to my neck. "When I do things to you, I want to hear your moans" he whispered into my ear before kissing it softly. I swallowed hard at the thoughts of him doing things to me. "We mark our mates by biting with our teeth to leave our marks on them. It's a way of claiming them as ours and as only ours"

Arousal crashed over him like a wave, and Mark gritted his teeth as his erection pushed up against his zipper. She got up on her tip-toes and touched her mouth to his, her kiss so damn sweet, it almost knocked him over backwards. Yeah, this is what turned him on the most about Francine: this shining sweetness. It was a strong sweet, though, a knowing sweet. It wasn’t sappy or immature, nothing fluffy about this woman at all, and Mark was grateful for that. He had no interest whatsoever in a brainless, simpering plaything – give him sweet, and strong, and smart. Give him Francine.

Right where Vittorio bit me this morning—hard. “You let him mark you?” he said, voice dipped in amusement. “Tsk. That’s not very neutral, bambina.” “It’s a hickey,” I muttered, though it pulsed like a brand. He leaned in. Nose brushing my hair. Lips near the mark. “Nah… this one’s a bite. A proper claim.” I stayed still. My thighs clenched. He chuckled softly. “Looks good on you. Makes me want to put one right beside it.”

I turned around to hide the heat that was forming on my face, but he was already behind me, leaning over my mark, and his breath floating over it was enough to make my back arch. “Fuck Brianna,” he nipped at my mark and made me take a sharp inhale, “you’re so responsive Sugar, I can smell it instantly.” “I’m… I’m sorry I’m trying not to,” I stuttered out slowly as I turned to face him, “l… l… later,” I locked eyes with him and he ran his thumb along my bottom lip as he cupped my face in his hand. “Only if you’re ready Sugar,” he kissed my forehead slowly, and I could feel the pain in his chest as he pulled away.

I blushed and listed out the things he had done to me in the past. Blake was slightly stunned. Then he raised his hand and slightly pulled up his sleeve, revealing the already healed bite mark. "Didn't you bite me back? Let's call it even." "How come there's still a mark?" I looked doubtfully at the faint bite mark on his wrist. Back then, I was so furious, so I bit his hand with all the strength I got. "I don't know either. It just won't fade away," Blake said. He didn't care much about it. "If you think I humiliated you that day, you can bite me again. But this time, can you bite me somewhere else?"

I couldn't believe I had waited so long for her. I examined the point on my neck where she had bitten me. She had gotten me right where a mate mark was left. I wonder if she did that on purpose. I asked myself jokingly. But I noticed that there was still a dark spot there. Surely it wasn't still bruised; it would have healed by now, for certain. Sure enough, I could see something there, right where she had bitten me. I inched closer to the mirror to get a better look. But it wasn't a bruise I was seeing. It was a good mark.

she sneered to Mike’s question “Want some water?” she took it and gulped it to the last drop. While she chinned up to the drink, Mike took a moment to examine the aftermath of last night. Hickie and actual bite marks scattered all over her. Fingertip mark bruised her wrists. Fresh scratch marked her back, still swollen red. Not to mention her lips with 2 tiny little brown marks, the spot where it bleed yesterday. He was rough, but it's not all. His hand wrapped her waist and pulled her towards him.

It is just teeth on flesh, cold and painfully ordinary. Inside my mind, my inner wolf scratches at the walls, whining in sudden panic, searching for a presence that isn't answering. Damian pulls back, breathing heavily. The mark is perfectly formed—a dark red crescent on my skin, already sealing, but it looks dull. My turn. I step closer, rising onto his toes. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and press my lips to the side of his neck. I find the pulsing heat of his gland and bite down hard.

I move to the one spot that has not been lacerated with the whip – his marking spot – and run my teeth across his skin finding the perfect spot. I sink my teeth deep into his skin until I hit bone. I want this mark to take. I want to know I have done enough to ensure this will work. I wait a little longer than necessary before I pull my teeth out wiping my tongue over the bite to close the wound. I sit back and hold my breath.

I smiled when I realized that she was not against the mark, just the way I had to do it. She was close to cumming, but it wasn’t time to let her, I needed to mark her. I moved my cock to her hole and tested the waters by pressing in the tip. She wrapped her leg around my hip to try to push me deeper into her. “The bite won’t hurt like you think it does.” I pushed all the way into her. She gasped then pulled me down and kissed my lips and sucked my tongue into her mouth to play with it. I moved to her neck again. Giving her a nip on the hickey I gave her earlier. She almost exploded with an orgasm. I continued to drive in and out of her as I whispered, “You enjoyed that nip, just think the pl