CAELIN POV
Her breath caught.
Mine did too.
“Still sure?” I asked, voice rough.
She dragged her nails lightly over my pec.
My jaw clenched.
“Yes,” she whispered. “This is definitely not poor judgment.”
I laughed then.
Could not help it.
She smiled, and I kissed that too. The corner of her mouth. Her lower lip. The soft place under her jaw where her pulse beat too fast, too close to the place my mark would go.
Mine.
I lowered my mouth to her neck.
Slowly. I wanted her to lose her mind just like I had.
Her head tipped back against the sheets, offering me more room, offering me her neck, her marking spot. f**k. I couldn’t stop the growl that tore out of my chest, Oliver was so f*****g ready to mark her and make her ours.
When I felt my canines poking out, grazing her soft skin,
