Elijah stood in the lavish bathroom.
His hands gripped the marble shelf, veins protruding from the sheer force he was using just to stand upright.
Even though he despised it, he still compelled himself to look in the mirror. At the glaring marks that trailed all over his neck and down until the fabric of the shirt hid them.
Alexei's shirt.
With a dry gulp, he pushed the edge of the white fabric up and nearly hissed at the sight.
Forget his swollen chest; even his stomach had clear bite marks.
Alexei had done it twice last night before finally stopping. Not entirely, though.
"I just can't get enough of you, Solnyshko."
Taking advantage of the fact that he was weak all over, Alexei had started to feel him everywhere.
The touch wasn't restricted to his hands only. Rather, the thrilled redhead was more than eager to use his lips and teeth.
Elijah traced the bloody mark right near his mermaid line.
