Lisa

The moment he left the room, I felt a surge of cold anger. Why would he suggest we become mates so quickly, knowing all I’ve been through? Why couldn’t he take things slowly?

I stepped out of the duvet quietly and opened the door to the bathroom. Memories from earlier with Dave washed through me, and I felt my blood rush at the thought of what would have happened in the pool if he hadn’t talked about marking me.

He would probably have gently sucked my neck while firmly holding it, kissing my earlobe and using his other free hand to gently knead my bosom.

What is this heat...