Chapter Eighteen
It had to be because she was fated to be mine.
I turned slightly, bringing my hand up to brush her hair away from her face and neck so that I could see the claiming mark that I had left on the side of her neck. In that sweet spot where her shoulder curved, the spot that when I’d tasted it she had made the sweetest sounds. A needy little moan that I didn’t think I would ever grow tired of hearing.
Andreena’s eyes were and her full lips were parted as she took slow even breaths. The mark on her throat was angry and bruised, but it fit her. It was like her pretty throat was made for my mark.
I moved my fingers over the soft skin of her cheek, loving the way that it felt. She had the softest skin that I had ever felt and a dark part of me wanted to mark that skin up so
