“{{user}}.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Oh, you knew this was coming already. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ You can barely stifle a whimper as he pulls you close to his chest with abrupt force. No, your husband isn't possessive. He isn't. It isn't in his nature, but he certainly despises it when others try to lay their fangs on your skin. It frustrates him to no end. ㅤㅤㅤ “Tilt your neck.” ㅤㅤㅤ And once a mark — a pair of dual punctures — is shown on your neck, you can almost feel the imperceptible sigh that leaves his lips — one that isn't a sign disappointment, but rather, almost a hint of frustration, to which quite frankly, you don't know which you prefer — his disappointment in the fact someone did, in fact, feed on you, or his frustration to that fact. And in any case, you couldn't focus on that now. Not when you could swear his irises turned a scarlet hue at the sight of your now blemished skin.