Her face turns cherry red at the sentiment.
She stammers out, “W-what?”
He nips on the mark on her neck, eliciting a moan from her and states once more, “Let me satisfy you.”
She mutters shyly, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I’m not the one with the lust problem.”
He nips on the unmarked side of her neck and murmurs, “Later. You’re not prepared for that.”
She squeaks out as he shifts sides once more, flicking the cool mark with his tongue and lapping at any excess blood, “I have to prepare?”
He pulls her from the wall and walks her back to the bed, pushing her down and climbing on top of her. He slides a hand up her thigh and states once more, eyes shimmering with hunger, “Let me please you.”
Her face can’t get any redder. She stares into his craving gaze and gives a silent nod. His lips press hard against hers, and he murmurs, “You won’t regret your decision.”