Neon's perspective
“I want to mark you, Aria,” I whispered, burying my head in her neck and waiting for her response, I hadn’t told her about marking, but I would explain everything to her after tonight.
“Yes.” She hummed.
My fangs came out, and I grazed her neck until I found the perfect spot for her to bear my mark. I sunk my fangs into her neck. She screamed and dug her nails into my back. My fangs went in deeper, and then I pulled it out and kissed the spot tenderly, her grip on my back lessened.
Before morning, the pain would have subsided and it would have been sealed, and my mark would be seen on her neck. I pulled away from her and claimed her lips with mine. Her fingers tangled in my hair.
Our lips moved for a moment before I withdrew, and lay on my side, pulling her into my arms.