Page 122 of Rescued By the Beast
“What do I taste like?” I whisper, nearly gasping.
He licks his lips slowly, his eyes sparkling with overwhelming possession.
"Of perfection and..." His gaze drops to my neck again, near my collarbone, lingering on the mark. "Mine. You taste like you're mine, Sandra."
Then he takes my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, mixing our flavours, tangling his tongue with mine, tasting every moan of contentment from me.
Our pleasure slips between our sweat-soaked bodies, and I shudder in a sigh that he swallows.
He is wild, beautiful, and now irrevocably mine.
Gasping, I let my body relax against the mattress, still feeling the remnants of pleasure vibrating on my skin. Mark hugs me from behind, his strong arms enveloping me with comforting warmth. His fingers slide lazily through mine, playing with them, tracing small circles, as if he wants to memorise every detail. He leans down, pressing soft kisses against the nape of my neck, then my neck, until his tongue slowly slides over the mark he left on me. A shiver runs down my spine, and I sigh, satisfied.
The silence between us is peaceful, only our breaths mingling, until his deep, low voice fills the space.
"I should have talked to you about the mark." His hand squeezes mine lightly. "That's what I meant when I said I wanted to show you something and talk, but... we got distracted."
I smile slightly, without opening my eyes.
"I already knew about it." My voice comes out soft, sleepy. "It's rare to find fated mates, but I overheard conversations in the tavern. I knew that when she receives the bite, the woman accepts the union... and then she must mark her partner as well."
Mark takes a deep breath against my skin before murmuring:
"We are bound together forever now. Even if one day you grow tired of me and want to leave, you will still feel the connection." His voice becomes hoarse, almost a whisper. "And I... I will live in agony, missing you. Males suffer more from separation, so... please..."
I slowly turn in his arms, facing him. My fingers touch his face, smoothing out the worry lines between his eyebrows. He doesn't need to worry about that. He has no idea that if there's anyone who fears being abandoned, it's me.
"I'm not leaving, Mark." My throat tightens, but I force a smile. "I'll stay with you... as long as you still want me."
His eyes become more intense, shining in the darkness of the room.
"Then you'll stay with me forever." He brushes his lips against mine, breathing deeply, as if absorbing my scent.
I let out a shaky sigh, feeling my body soften, surrender.
"What do you intend to do? What are your plans?"
I feel his fingers lazily tracing around my mark, sliding up to my choker and then down in circular movements.
"Take a bath with you..."
He chuckles softly.
"A bath is a good idea, but that's not what I asked," he says amused. "I want to know what you intend to do when we break your curse. What do you want to do? What are your desires?"
I take a deep breath, thinking about the commitments I have, my responsibilities.
"Maybe... try my job back at the tavern."
Mark narrows his eyes.
"Is that what you really want? If you could choose anything, any path... would you go back there?"
I bite my lip and shake my head.
"If I could really choose... I'd go back to studying. I'd try to get into college. I'd study design..."
His eyes light up with determination.
