[Margaret's Perspective]
I felt that he had room to back down. I held his arm and refused to let go. I gave him a pitiful coquettish expression.
"That doesn't work." Donald was still tense.
"Is this useless?" I stood on tiptoes, put my arms around Donald's neck, and kissed his chin.
"It doesn't work."
I saw Donald's mouth twitch. He was lying.
Emboldened, I jumped up and hugged him. I hooked my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Donald finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He held my neck very aggressively and kissed me. He bit my lips with his teeth. I opened my mouth slightly and obediently accepted his plunder.
"If you want to get out, you'll have to mark with me. Other than that, I won't let you go."
"Sure."
