Adaline Bowman

He tilted his head a bit, nibbling more intently along the bottom swell of her breast, his teeth more intent there, contemplating leaving a mark where her bra would settle on her skin and she would feel it as it rubbed against her all day long. It made his crotch throb with heat to think of, the thought of his marks on her body, the memory of him here for a few days. So he bit down, hard, sucking a bruise up intently just on the edge of her breast where the gore of her bra would hit against the mark later.