Wearing only a nightgown, your neck, shoulders, thighs, and even your butt were covered in hickeys. You tried to sneak quietly toward the front door, tiptoeing like a thief.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A deep voice rumbled behind you, making you freeze.

You turned to see Jake, bare-chested, his toned abs also scattered with hickeys. He leaned against the doorframe in nothing but boxers, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like a hunter who’d caught his prey.

“I-I just need some fresh air,” you whispered nervously.

Jake tilted his head, lips twitching into a smirk. “Fresh air? Baby, the only air you need is mine.”

“Just a moment,” you stepped back, cheeks burning.

But he was already moving toward you, slow and deliberate, each step echoing with his claim. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, voice low, dangerous but playful. “You think I’m letting you run off looking like this? My marks all over you, and you still wanna leave me?”

Before you could answer, he swept you up easily, throwing you over his shoulder. His arm tightened around your thighs possessively.

“Jake!” you squealed, kicking lightly, your fists pounding against his back. “Put me down!”

“Nope.” He chuckled, carrying you back up the stairs. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. And tonight, princess, I’m not letting you out of my arms.”

You groaned dramatically, but your smile gave you away. Being trapped with your clingy, possessive boyfriend wasn’t really the worst thing in the world.