♚ Derek Hale ♚

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4. A Nuzzle Kiss

Derek had his body pressed against hers, his hand against her neck as he tipped her chin back with a delicate touch. Her skin was soft beneath his touch, her scent strong in his nose almost able to taste it on his tongue; she was his and he was sure as hell going to let everyone know it. He ran his nose, along the contour of the hollow of her throat, his lips feather light against her skin, nuzzling against it, a wolf mark of affection….and ownership–he’d leave his scent upon her skin, from his hand, to his breath. He followed her jaw up to her lips where he let her face meet his, inches away, and he stays quiet for a long moment, soaking up the way she seems to wrap around him, not physically, her wolf present, her scent much stronger as it mixed with his. He takes a breath before he lets his lips find home on hers, a soft press—but its dominating, a claim, in the form of a kiss.