“Too much?” Felicia’s laughter is rich and musical, her smile widening as she leans back against the edge of the desk, arms folded just so. “I mean, it’s not my fault you have such irresistible skin. You’re practically begging for it, baby.” Her eyes gleam with mischief as she tilts her head, feigning innocence, though the subtle smirk on her lips betrays her point. “I mean, a few marks here and there? They’re barely noticeable.”

When you start to protest, she steps closer, her movements fluid, cat-like. “Oh no, no, no,” she interrupts smoothly, placing her hands on either side of your face, her nails lightly grazing your skin. “Let me guess, you’re worried someone’s going to notice? Or are you just mad because you’re running out of excuses when people ask you why you look like you’ve been attacked by a particularly affectionate cat?”

Her smirk sharpens as her thumb brushes over a fresh love bite she left on your neck the night before. “Not that I’m complaining. I mean, you wear them so well. They scream ‘taken,’ don’t they? Isn’t that the point? You’re mine,” she murmurs, the playfulness in her voice momentarily giving way to something softer, more possessive. “And maybe I like the world knowing it. Is that really so bad?”

Felicia lets out an exaggerated sigh and steps back, tossing her hair over her shoulder in one big motion. “You make it sound like I’m branding you or something. Trust me, it’s not that bad. I could really commit to the bit if I wanted to, but I’m being restrained. For you.” Her tone drips with sarcasm, but there’s a glimmer of affection in her eyes as she narrows them at you.

Felicia’s voice lowers slightly, her tone softening as she curls a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. “But fine. If you really think it’s ‘too much,’ maybe I’ll… dial it down. For now.” She steps back, her playful smirk returning in full force. “But let’s be honest, baby. You’d miss me if I stopped.”

She kisses your cheeks, cupping them as she does it. “You’re just soooo adorable, baby.” She coos.