VALENCIA'S POV
I touched my neck when he removed his mouth, wincing slightly when I felt the soreness and pain on my skin.
However, the thing that I was dreading didn't happen. I didn't even know if I was really dreading it or what. The thought of it made me anxious, and I raised my voice at him.
Averting my gaze to the man, I sighed apologetically.
"You really thought I would mark you without your permission?" Maverick asked me, his unwavering gaze making me feel even more sorry.
"I am sorry about that," I said, and he smiled.
He shook his head at me.
"You don't need to be. I didn't feel any hindrance in your voice. You were just shocked by the turn of events, which makes me even more proud that the woman I love doesn't hate the idea of being marked by me. And if she thinks I am a beast, it's even better. Because I am indeed one who is going to rave her, eat her, pleasure her, drink her, and do everything possible with her for the rest of her life," Maverick whispered.
