"I c-can't," she murmured. "I'll only u-use my own money."
Silence stretched.
Finally
"Alright." He shifted effortlessly. "Go change. We're grocery shopping."
She blinked, confused, glancing down at her thighs.
She tried to stand.
This time, he let her.
But before she could step away, his hand caught the nape of her neck, turning her sharply as his lips pressed against her skin.
A painful hiss escaped her when he bit down then soothed the mark with slow, deliberate sucks.
"Much better," he murmured, staring at the darkening mark on her flawless skin with clear satisfaction.
Claimed.
Sofía stood frozen before the mirror, staring at her own reflection. Her face was unmistakably flushed, a deep, betraying red that refused to fade no matter how long she waited. Her heart thudded erratically against her ribs, loud enough that she swore she could hear it.
Yet her gaze wasn't on her blushing cheeks.
It was fixed on the purplish mark blooming against her skin.
