He paused when he noticed a sudden shift in her cold eyes, then resumed, this time walking closer to her.
"We made love again and again. I marked you as mine that night." His voice turned into a thick whisper as he traced her neck where his mark had once been but was no longer. She didn't move away from his caressing fingers and only stared at him, her brows knitted together.
"Why did you choose to punish me by leaving? I thought I'd never find you again." He smiled bitterly as he moved the strands of hair falling over her face to the back of her ear, his hand lingering to take her earlobe between his thumb and index finger. Then his hand fell down to cup her neck, stroking it.
"Say something, love. You remember me, don't you?" he asked with a desperate note in his voice.