“It’s not right to mark you without you knowing what it means,” he said. “So tell me.” Sky kissed just above Julian’s navel, her warm lips lingering. “I’m a good listener.” “You’d be mine,” Julian said. “You’d have a mark, a…” He hissed at the feel of Sky’s probing tongue. “A tattoo that could only come from me.” Kissing his belly, her tongue licking solid, molded muscle, Sky said, “I like tattoos.” “No,” he said, shivering. “It’s not like that. By our laws, I have to ask you in front of a witness, get your consent.” “Will there be a witness when you rip off my clothes?” “Sky, don’t—” She traced her lips over the outline of Julian’s hard cock through his jeans. “When you sink so deep inside me I’ll never want it to stop, who’ll be there?” No one would be there. There’d just be naked writhing bodies, skin on skin. No. There would be more. For the first time in his long eternity, Julian felt lifetimes of loneliness lift.
