Her mouth twitched, holding back a smile. The edges of it broke through, though. “You sure you don’t want to collar me?” Then she lost it, grinning hugely and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes, I’m yours. Now I’m yours.” She precluded any other answer, kissing him firmly and passionately and pouring her sudden desire into his mind. One hand slid up into his hair.
He kissed her back, her desire nearly flooding his mind. His teeth nipped at her lip and a shiver ran down his back as her hand slid into his hair. “A collar?” He half growled, half chuckled, “Only if you want darling.” His lips wandered back down to her neck and his tongue flicked out, swiping over the sensitive skin of his previous mark. ‘I can do this now,’ he seemed to say to himself as he grazed her neck, then marked her as he slowly ground his hips into hers. “Mine, as I am yours, my love.”
She pressed back, eyes half-lidded and dark, head thrown back against his touch. “You’re wearing too much,” she hissed, through her teeth, on the heels of a sharp moan. Fingers clenched in his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. “Please, Victor.”