#Chapter170
Pretty sure if I had known what was coming I wouldn’t have let him out of bed for the last few weeks. At all.
/"Don’t be. I always did like a little bit of rough. Guess you really are the perfect girl after all. I’m happy that it felt good, that’s kind of the point./" He winks at me and I shake my head at him, sated, exhausted suddenly and completely relaxed in every way as though I have just had ten full-body massages in one go. He looks over his shoulder and then under his arm, feeling with his fingers at his back and upper shoulder for the raised marks that are probably glowing viciously.
/"How bad is it?/" I ask, regaining a little control and struggle to sit up and see, suddenly feeling majorly guilty that I did get a little wild and maybe I really have hurt him. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, so caught up in passion and mind-blowing sex that I had no idea I was marking him like a feral beast.
