Ian made a muffled noise in the back of his throat, a choked laugh that vibrated over your skin, then released you and ran his fingers over the marks his teeth had left behind. “You are so sweet, you know that?” He gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Alright, get up.” He took a hold of your arm and dragged you off the bed.

You got your feet underneath yourself just in time to avoid hitting the floor, but the pain made you stumble. You grabbed Ian’s forearm to steady himself.