Lina's POV
When we were both trembling and exhausted, tangled together in sweat-dampened sheets, he reached up and loosened the tie around my wrists.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the blood rush back, feeling the phantom pressure of the restraint still lingering on my skin.
I turned in his arms to face him, tracing the lines of his jaw with my fingertips.
"Adrian." My voice was still hoarse from screaming. "Mark me. Before you go."
His eyes darkened, but he didn't answer immediately.
"Please." I pressed closer, my lips brushing his collarbone.
"Bite me. Brand me. Leave your claim on me so I can feel it every time I move. So everyone who looks at me knows exactly who I belong to."
His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back gently—just enough to force me to mee
