“I — ” Her words cut short with a half-swallowed moan. ” — wouldn’t give /them/ /leave/ to mark me.” A shiver went down her spine. “Obliterate it, Vex. Overwrite it, overwrite them. I don’t want that memory.”
The Mesmer didn’t have to be told twice with that one. The moment she’d said she didn’t want the memory, he sunk his teeth into her neck. It was beyond harsh, and his arms tightened around her to keep her from squirming as he claimed her with his teeth. Somehow though, there managed to be compassion beyond the act.
Tension, and then relaxation, unwound all down her limbs. Nobody else /but/ Vex had ever really been able to make her enjoy pain — like it, a little, yes, but not enjoy. Somehow she trusted Vex not to take it too far, or least to take it exactly as far as it should go. The sound Summer made trembled between a moan and a yelp. “Drawing blood there?” she managed, on a chuckle.