"How can I?" Adeline asked, her face flushing as she looked down at him.
"Why not?" Gideon countered. "Don't you want me to be yours? Completely? Others will be envious when they see us together, or even when we are apart. I have never allowed a woman to get close to me, so having your mark on me will be a source of pride for me as well."
Adeline propped herself up on her elbow, leaning down until her face was buried in the crook of his neck. She pressed her teeth against his skin, biting down on the spot he had indicated. Gideon let out a sharp, deep breath, his hand moving instinctively to the back of her neck to hold her in place.
"Harder, Adeline," he commanded, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair as he savored the sting of the mark.
She pulled away and saw the redness on his skin. "I did. How do you feel?" Adeline met his eyes.
