"Tag me, love!" She asked and he, in a frenzy, did as she asked. Of course, the bite wasn't like a werewolf on a human. But it was different.
Faolán felt awkward and complete at the same time. She was his. That was the feeling. The craziest thing he'd ever felt. She was his, completely his. Remembering that she had a baby on the way, that it was his, made him even more proud and eager to possess her. He wanted to join her, more and more.
He placed his hand on her clit and made her come along with him. The two lay on the bed, he on top of it first, with her back to him. Then he turned her over and laid her on his chest.
They didn't say anything for a few minutes. Faolán remembered that she told him she loved him. But... it wasn't possible. They barely knew each other. It was certain that he had never felt what he felt with her. In fact, the mere proximity to her already made him feel something different. She attracted him.
