I didn’t mark you last night because you didn’t ask me to, but I want to make you mine for the rest of our lives.”
“Oh, Mark, yes. I want that, too,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Good,” he kissed her forehead, “now go get your gift.”
Under the tree, almost hidden beneath the branches, was a small pink box with a white ribbon tied into a bow. She bent down to grab the box and joined him on the couch.
She pulled the ribbon to undo the bow, and took off the lid to reveal a pink velvet ring box. She lifted the lid on the ring box and her eyes filled with tears.
An oval, dark pink sapphire surrounded by diamonds, and two diamond hearts, sat in a platinum band. It was perfect, and her heart melted knowing he’d picked out exactly the right ring.
“Marry me?” he asked.
“Yes, of course,” she said.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely on the lips. Santa had been right. When she opened her heart to love, Mark gave her everything she’d always wanted, starting with himself.
***
“I bought this the day after we kissed for the first time,” he said when the kiss ended, “and I’ve been carrying it around with me ever since.” He slid the ring down her finger and kissed her mouth again. “I’m so glad you said yes.”
“It’s perfect. Thank you, Mark,” she said, admiring the beautiful setting.
“On to other business,” he said as he slid his hand down her back, below the waist of her pajama bottoms. “What’s this thing on your back?”
She stilled when she realized his hand rested on her tattoo. She’d kept it hidden for nearly a year, but he must have spotted the strategically placed tat when she’d bent to pick up her gift.
Would he chastise her for marking her body, or would he understand her reasons for marking herself with a blue sapphire eyed polar bear.
“I…,”
“Is that for me?” he asked, his face inches from hers.
She could only nod, waiting for his reaction.
“Good. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
He pulled her off the couch and practically dragged her into the bedroom, but she didn’t mind. When she saw the look on his face, she stripped off her clothes and crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the bed.
She kept her ass high in the air, but lowered her face into the pillow and waited for him.
Liquid heat pooled between her legs and dripped down her thigh as she waited for him to join her. Finally, she felt the bed dip and he kissed her thighs and licked the globes of her ass. He slid his hand over her tat, and kissed it reverently.
“I love this,” he said, and then he caressed the folds between her legs. “You are so wet, baby girl. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please, and…,” she trailed off. She didn’t want to beg, but she wanted him to mark her as soon as possible.
“And?” he pressed two fingers an inch inside her pussy and held them there, waiting for her response.
“Bite me. Mark me as yours,” she begged and pushed back on his hand. Her pussy easily swallowed both digits and it wasn’t enough. She needed his thick cock.
He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled, and she slid back and forth over his fingers until she came, screaming his name and begging him to fuck her.
“Mark, please.”
He didn’t make her wait any longer. He removed his hands and shoved his cock into her starving channel. He pounded into her hard and fast, and she accepted every inch of him.
“Mark,” she screamed. She wanted to bite him when she came around his cock. “I’m going to—”
He pulled out of her pussy and flipped her onto her back. He entered her again and continued sliding in and out, pushing them both toward completion. She licked his neck and her short canines elongated. She wouldn’t leave much of a mark on him, but he’d be marked and everyone would know he belonged to her.
“Bite me, baby girl.”
She obeyed as the second orgasm ricocheted through