[ She knew there was nothing metaphysical about it when the mark was just on her, but the spot he chose did make her wonder if he was still sort of sending a "mine" message to at least his own kind.
She didn't mind. At least in this moment, it only served to make her more turned on.
He was holding himself in check so tightly for her, reining himself in over and over to give her more pleasure. That too was incredibly arousing, and he got his wish. Nails digging into his back, Cassandra came again, blissfully moaning his name. ]
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She didn't mind. At least in this moment, it only served to make her more turned on.
He was holding himself in check so tightly for her, reining himself in over and over to give her more pleasure. That too was incredibly arousing, and he got his wish. Nails digging into his back, Cassandra came again, blissfully moaning his name. ]