When you were relaxing, you looked at Fyodor, who was reading a book; you noticed that the marks you did on Fyodor's neck started to heal, and now they're almost nonexistent.

Which meant you need to give him new ones, because he's yours and it's only fair to show the people who he belongs to, at this point, Fyodor probably manipulated you to think that you own him, which isn't true because he is the one that owned you.

You dragged Fyodor to the bed and started to give him love bites all over his neck, and you buttoned down the shirt to reach his shoulders and collarbone. He grabbed your arm that was pinning him. He looked at you with a soft, small smile.

"You're much more carnivorous than you look."