Octavia POV

He pulled back as we both stared at each other. I am not confident about this fight, and I might actually die. There is something I have always wanted, and my ex-mate refuses me of it.

"Mark me," I whispered. He looks at me, not expecting me to say that.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking into my eyes. I have never been so sure of something like I was right now so, I nod my head. He kissed me again, walking to the room. He threw me on the bed softly and removed his shirt throwing it somewhere in the food. He falls on the bed, pulling...