reassurance.

I pulled his lip, gently at first.
As he pushed into me more and more, the bites got harder.
Propped on an arm, leaning into me.
Arm around me, pulling my hair at the faintest touch, holding my neck, holding my back, caressing my legs from ankle to thigh, circling my stomach, brushing my ribs.
Pressing on my stomach, slowly moving his hand down under my shorts.
I wanted him to, but I stopped him.
I wish I didn't, but I knew that was going too far.
I knew it would hurt me in the end, I knew caring would tear me apart when push came to shove.

I wanted him to mark me. Mark me as him, where only I could see.
Something to remember him, that dawn, that very moment.
Something more than just a stain on my lips and his scent on my clothes, or in my hair.
I wanted something to last me a life time.

I swore to him that no one would ever know.
No matter if it happened again, or if I ever hated him.
It'd be our secret, forever.







*You asked me if I was okay with this.
I'm far from okay, but I accept it. Because I have no other choice but to accept it.
You aren't mine for the taking, not like it's stopped me before.
But I think you would chose her anyway..