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he was enjoying it. And so was I, so maybe it was because I had accepted it, this moment of surprise, that I didn't stop him, didn't say anything and just let him feed, mark, have his way with me. But I didn't stop him. I just said his name, almost a plea, not to stop.
    Without even realising it - I must have lost a few minutes there - he had removed my underwear and somehow unsheathed himself from his trousers and he was now pressing at my entrance, so hot and firm, just there, no further. He licked where his fangs had been on my breast and studied the mark he had left, smiling. I vaguely thought, so mark not feed then, before he thrust slowly against my entrance taking away any intelligent thought I may have had. He was big and hard and so damn good. Sometimes, he felt almost too big. But, I moaned and arched my back and welcomed him greedily inside me.
    “You are so wet, ma douce, ” he groaned against me, pulling out, almost completely and then slowly, tortuously thrusting back inside. Then he repeated it all over again.
    I whimpered, wanting more of him. Wanting a faster pace. Harder thrusts. But he continued to deny me, slowing his movements down even further. Refusing to enter me all the way. “Michel," I begged. He chuckled. "Please. Oh God! Please!”
    With that he thrust inside me with a cry of need until he was as deep as he could go. It took me by surprise, I had expected him to play the game a little longer and not give in to my demands.  But those thoughts were lost in amongst the beauty of the moment and I let myself luxuriate in the feel of him. All of him. He pulled out slowly again and entered with more control, but I bucked beneath him, calling out his name and he caved and started moving more forcefully, pushing me wide, stretching me uncomfortably, but making his way faster and faster, in and out, in and out, inch by inch further. Until I was drowning in the feel of him.
    His mouth claimed mine, his hips thrusting against me. My hands still held firmly in one of his above my head, the other stroking my side, fondling my breast. And the flutter in my stomach turned to a tightness and heat, spreading its warmth up my body, down to my core and lifting me up on a wave I couldn't fight - didn't want to fight - until we both came crashing down the other side. Michel calling out in victory as he slammed into me one final time and at last released my hands and collapsed against the floor beside me, pulling my body to him, wrapping one of his arms around my waist and the other under my head.
    We lay there quietly for a while, just the feel of our sweat-soaked bodies against each other, listening to the thumping of our hearts and trying to catch our runaway breaths.
    Finally, my head cleared and my heart settled and I found I could actually form a string of words into a sentence after all.
    “You marked me again, didn't you?”
    His hand went to my breast, tracing his mark. “Yes,” he whispered against me.
    I didn't know what to say. Michel had wanted me to mark him, to give him my Sigillum , for a long time, but I had been tricked into sharing Sigillum with Gregor, a master vampire and member of the vampire council, the Iunctio . I hadn't realised what I was doing at the time and how precious it was. And now I shared a connection to Gregor that was hard to fight. I never wanted to give my Sigillum away again, unless I truly meant it. And here Michel was, marking me with his Sigillum for a second time. What do you say to that? Thanks. You shouldn't have. But, here's the thing, you can't be marked unless you accept it and I know I wasn't thinking straight at the time, but I had accepted Michel biting me there, I'd even thought he may be marking me and not feeding from me, so in essence, I had acquiesced.
    At least I could cover this one up more easily than the neck. I would always have two marks on my neck, one from Michel and one from Gregor, visible to any vampire who cares to see. Somehow, I kind of liked