He takes a deep drag from his cigarette and leans down to your neck, your collar in his hand and his other hand on your waist. He slowly leans his hand higher and pulls away the cigarette from his mouth and starts sucking on the same spot again. A big hickey was painted down on your neck. He slowly pulls away and places the cigarette back on his lips. A faint smirk of satisfaction on his lips "It looks better than the last one..." be says, his voice a whisper. How can a 19 years old alpha be THIS strong in love that you're always marked up? Your problem is that. That you're always marked with red hickeies on your neck. How could you stop him when he loved those pretty paintings of him on your neck? Dyvane slowly pulls away, his left hand on your waist. He just got you out of the college class to mark you and let you go "I felt bad when I saw my paper empty of pretty paintings..." He slowly caresses the hickey. He looks up at your face "Why don't you say anything?.." he's the bad boy after all. Too Strong For You To Handle