I couldn't remember exactly what happened, but all I knew was that we were in our room, his tongue down my throat. I was in his arms, and his back was on the door. We parted for air, and he looked at me, two orbs of fierce gold staring at me. He dived in again, pressing his lips against mine. I held his shoulder to stabilize myself from the onslaught of emotion I was feeling. His fingers ran through my hair, scattering the work the stylist had carefully done. He latched his lips onto my skin, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my mark before sucking and nipping at it harshly. My core throbbed just like my mark, and I threw my head back as a breathy moan escaped my lips. I held on to him, struggling to stay upright. Breathing is becoming difficult as he pays attention to my mark. Suddenly, I was picked up and placed on his waist. I wrapped my arms around his back as he walks over to the bed, making me stand close to the edge. I watched as his lust-filled eyes roamed my body before his
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