Marking

WINTER POV

I thought I'd be able to resist the urge not to have naughty thoughts about Slade all night, but all I tried to do had proved futile.

I had been fortunate enough that the ceremony had ended, and as soon as it did, Slade had yanked me away from the crowd and into the mansion.

His mouth had closed on mine instantly, and I hadn't objected to it.

I didn't want to stop.

Even if I had the strength to push him away, I didn't want to stop him.

I flushed as I sat on the bed after pacing the room.

Slade had excused himself while things were getting heated. Someone had rung him up, and I didn't know where he had left.

He had been away for almost an hour, and the desire he had flared inside me slowly dissipated.

I thought we'd later do it tonight; I guess I was the only one thinking of such.

My cheeks reddened as I thought of how I had behaved wantonly before him.

He would think I was a whore!

Grimacing, I covered my face with my hands before standing.

My dress was beginning to suffoca