-Molly's POV-
My head was spinning from the pleasure that was still lingering in my body. Every time I moved in my seat, I was reminded of everything we had done. There were sore spots and even a few painful spots. But what really got to me was the feeling between my thighs.
Scott had stated quite clearly that he had wanted to mark me. I definitely felt marked, claimed, and owned. Just as Scott wanted me to.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could remember feeling angry at him. However, the emotion seemed distant now that it was covered by a blanket of satisfaction. That's not to say I had forgotten WHY I was mad at Scott, but it suddenly didn't seem like the most important thought for me.
