“Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else is everyone gonna know you’re mine?” oh my god with Kira please
It was easy to date Kira. On the surface. Only on the surface. He made it easy. He wanted it to be easy. Until one day, he wanted to make things so... hard for you. He hated how other men looked at his darling, his star prize he coined. You were his and his alone. Your moans egged him on as his lips wrapped around your neck to plant a hard bite on your skin. The pain was so good and he was sure to lick away the pain he caused. "You are mine," he hissed. "Mine." He wasn't going to ever let you go, he'd burn down the whole city if it meant calling you his. You whispered his name, just a hairs breath was able to escape your throat. "Sweetheart," he said lowly against your ear. His large powerful hand ran up your chest, he squeezed gently, paying close attention to your erect nipples. The same hand moved up to your throat, giving you another squeeze. "It looks like I'm going to have to mark you. How is everyone else going to know you're mine?" God, how dare their swinish eyes even look at something as beautiful as you. He'd rip them out if he could. His teeth had never felt so good.
















