Gia squeezed him between her legs as she wriggled around to find the right position, and Sage grunted, biting his lip to keep from moaning. She obviously didn't know what not teasing meant. But then before he could stop her, she was bent over his shoulder, her auburn waves splaying across his chest, and she sunk her canines into his neck.
She was marking him. Her tongue shot out of her mouth to roll against his skin as her teeth secured their place in his flesh, offering him that eternal promise without a second thought. She was going to heal whatever it was he was battling inside. She was going to fix it.
What she didn't expect was the large swell of desire that accompanied this action, and she moaned against his flesh—licking him more sensuously while her hips rolled against him—her lower half burning with the sudden knowledge of exactly what it was she should be doing. Her teeth were inside of him, and now she needed him inside of her.
