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Tongue sliding on the skin, icy lips on the delicate neck. Sucking. Softly. Her body tensed, the anticipation swimming to her veins.
Will he bite? Waiting for the fangs, the neck bent for him. Eyes closed, almost forgetting to breathe, the yearning igniting deep within her, bringing along the dampness.
“You are mine. My very own Yuriko.” Words vibrated against the skin. Owned by him. The very thought coloring over everything else. Being his. Always and forever.
No fangs, not yet, only the lips and the tongue, making magic. No bites, only nibbling, sucking. Shivering sensation radiating through the body, awakening every little part of it. Arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. Coldness pressing against the heat, combining the two, bodies gluing together. A gentle hand meandered under the thin top, brushing the small of her back as her warmth became their shared joy.
Tender touches turned slowly into throbbing thrusts, pushing away everything else. Wrists pressed against the mattress, finding the deepest connection. Yet the lips never left her neck, her shoulders, or her chest. Tiny bites, the deeper ones, told the story of desire. Blood flowed, painting the night. Moaning, clenching, fingers squeezing mixed with gentle kissing shifting to sharp sucking as wished. The sweet fragrance of lust and passion blended with the metallic scent of crimson.
The morning after. Picture in the mirror, porcelain skin covered. Swollen bite marks dotting the shoulders along with the bluish imprints.
“Oh my gosh!”
Marked.
Claimed.
Owned by him.
“I can’t go to school like this!”
A smirk reflected into the mirror, steel-blue eyes emanating the pride of the master looking at his possession. Cool, yet loving fingers traced every mark of love drawn on her skin.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of. Now everybody will see who you belong.”