Now, instantly, she should completely belong to me.
"John Fame..." Lissy Lock murmured, "Stop, let's talk."
But he bit her neck hard, leaving a row of teeth marks, very noticeable.
"Speak."
"There is a child, you can't ... can't do this." She said, "We both are crazy."
"I like seeing you crazy for me."
Lissy Lock rubbed against the quilt: "You bit me first, so if I do not bite back, it would be a loss for me."
"I am willing to be bitten by you. Where do you want to bite? Above, or below?"
Lissy Lock frowned, a little annoyed, but also slightly shy.
John Fame was silent waiting for her answer, then lifted his head, his hands prop against her sides and voice dropped drastically: "Why are you crying?"
"Ah..." Lissy shook her head, "Nothing."
"Your eyes are red."
"It's because it hurts."
"Where does it hurt?" John, lifting his hand, pointed at her head where she had been bumped,"Here?"
Then he moved downwards, constantly rubbing her lips: "Or here?"
