She fed the beast

She leaned back against his chest, molding her body into his grasp. Arching her back, she slid her hand up her torso, snaking around until her fingers rested at the nape of his neck. Pulling, she scathed his scalp with her nails, grapping a handful of hair. A silent exhale before she yanked his head to the side. As a smirk played on her lips, she tilted her head to the opposite side, “Mark it” she demanded as her slender neck exposed the sweetest arch. Drunk with lust, his teeth took the flesh, branding her forever with the mark of the beast.

A.J. Luna

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