I woke up to the smell of cinnamon and honey, with Mera's red skin pressed against mine from shoulder to ankle. Her tail was wrapped around my leg like it had been all night, warm and possessive.
My eyes adjusted to the morning light streaming through the blinds I'd forgotten to close. Mera's back was a mess of scratches - some shallow, some deep enough that tiny beads of blood had dried along the lines. Her neck was covered in dark red marks that stood out against her already crimson skin. Her ass had visible handprints.
Jesus Christ. What had I done to this girl?
No, that wasn't right. What had we done to each other?
I looked down at my own chest. Four parallel lines ran from my collarbone to my abs where her nails had raked me. My shoulders had crescent-shaped indentations from her teeth. My thighs ached from holding her up against the wall for twenty minutes while she came twice.
