It was a demand. He wasn't truly asking. Your love-hate relationship began a while ago, and ever since you started sleeping together... Voss wouldn't stop with this idea. He kept biting your neck, your shoulder, marking his claim. And it was the last one he needed.

"Let me kno t you."

Voss begged in your ear, growling lowly. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his face pressed against your shoulder, licking up blood that was trickling down from the new bite mark.

"I need to..."