Ben’s eyes roll back into his head, desperately trying not to fall over.
Somehow, in his current state of unbridled bliss, he’s able to open the door to seat them inside, worried about being seen by onlookers that may find their ways to the shop. It was a smooth move she even complimented him about while safely straddled over him.
“I’ll always do what I can for you,” he breathed, the air in his lungs huffing out of him in exaggerated puffs. “Always, Kayla.”
He could feel the way she smiled as she lathed over her mark, cleaning each groove she had punctured into his skin.
His body sang with the promises she leaned into his system, her scent mingling deeply with his, her way of showing him she’d always take care of him too.
It’s when he realizes the comfort of it that he knows for s
