Sean's POV
She lies beneath me, her body trembling with aftershocks, skin glistening with perspiration while her breath comes in short, desperate bursts. God, she's absolutely stunning like this, radiating pure satisfaction. Yet through the fog of her climax, I catch the shadow of disappointment flickering in her gaze.
Her fingers drift toward her throat, hovering just above where Ajax's mark sits, before dropping away helplessly. She doesn't voice her thoughts, but she doesn't need to. The wounded expression in her eyes speaks volumes.
Leaning down, I brush my lips against her forehead, fighting to keep my tone gentle and steady despite every instinct screaming at me to sink my fangs into her flesh and claim her completely. "I know what's running through your mind, Sally," I murmur, my thumb tracing over her kiss-swollen lips. "You wanted me to mark you tonight and seal our bond."
