Iris lay on the tapestry holding Onyx close and rubbing his back softly. “Please do not have regrets.”
“I hurt you.”
“You didn’t actually. Not even a bit.”
“You fainted,” he lifted his head, amber eyes boring down at her. Both of them were worried for her.
“I fainted because the orgasm was so intense.”
“I pushed too far.” Onyx protested. “When I bit you, I pushed upward and you clenched down as if to stop me and you,” he paused his face contrite. “There is blood, Iris.”
She looked downward and wriggled her hips, “weird. I don’t feel it. I don’t feel like I was hurt.”
“I got carried away. I felt my release and wanted to be buried deeper and needed to bite you.”
“Can we try something?” she asked suddenly as she had a thought. “My mark, my claiming mark, is magical right? Blessed by t
