George stunned for a while admiring how beautiful the mark he made last night on Alesha's white skin, but after hearing her whining broke his thought. Her whining was so tempting to his ear, the blood on his body suddenly felt hot like burned his heart in desire. But he managed to control his feeling. He then rose from the bed.
"Let me see," he said while approaching her and stared at the mark on her neck, while Alesha still tried to remove it.
'Stop doing that, you will only aggravate it." George held her hand so Alesha couldn't move her hand anymore.
George then checks it and he was sure enough of that mark because of what he had done last night. It was so beautiful, he couldn't stop adoring it.
The pure white neck was already tarnished by him, giving a mark of ownership on the skin of the girl he loved made him satisfied, and it made his love grow a thousandfold. He then hugged Alesha gently and kissed her forehead.
