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He planted a kiss on her jaw, placing his hands on her hips. She pushed his jacket and shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She ran her hands down his chest, reaching the button of his jeans. She undid it and pushed them down.

Robert reached around to unzip her black skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled her over to the bed and sat her down on it. He rolled her tights down her legs, kneeling down in front of her. He ran his hands up her bare legs, kissing his way up her thigh.

Her spine trembled, unable to hold her upright anymore as she fell back onto the mattress, moaning. Her fingers curled into the duvet, grasping it. She gasped as he nipped the inside of her thigh with his teeth.

“Robert,” she moaned.

He spread her legs slightly and bit her at the very top of her thigh.

A sudden flush of heated desire swept through her and she said his name again, though it sounded more of a plea than anything.

 

 

As she lay sprawled across Robert’s chest, she could hear noise coming from the living room. She just listened to the slow beating of Robert’s heart.

She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of Robert’s lips on her body. She shivered, remembering that his mouth had been on that most private part of her that was his completely.

“We should probably get up,” she murmured without moving.

Robert made a noise of agreement but didn’t move either.

“In fact, can we just stay here forever?” she asked.

“I’m afraid not,” he said, his eyes still closed. A small smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “I have items to catalogue.”

“That sounds very boring,” she mumbled.

“Oh, it is. Nowhere near as exciting as spending time with you.”

She looked up at him and his eyes opened slightly. His smile widened a little and his eyes closed again. He sighed contentedly.

“Robert?” Beth asked.

“Sì, carissima?”

“What does a mating involve?”

Both his eyes opened and he looked at her.

“Why?” he asked.

“Curious.”

“A mating is the eternal bonding of two souls and so requires a mixing of blood.”

“Like a blood bond?” she asked.

He thought for a moment. “Sort of, except instead of drinking their blood, it goes straight into your veins. Just doing that is enough but mates tend to get marked to show that they’re taken.”

“Such as?”

“Most females tend to get marks on their necks, to symbolise the blood ownership. Males don’t always bother but brothers get their mate’s name carved onto their back.”

“What?” she asked, alarmed by this information, looking up at him. “I won’t let you do that.”

“Too late, gattino,” he chuckled.

She sat up suddenly. “What? You mean you’ve already done it?”

He nodded slowly, wary of her reaction.

“When?” she demanded.

“Sunday night.”

She stared at him in disbelief, not caring she was completely naked.

The End

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