Cross The Line

"I shall make you remember then…" Blake put her down on the bed and slowly climbed on her, "Where shall we start?"

"Stop it, Blake!" Marissa gulped and pushed his chest.

"I am trying to make you remember…" he said and suddenly took off his shirt.

"Blake!" Marissa started to panic.

"What?" He scoffed and then smiled. "Here…this one…" he pointed at the bite mark that Marissa just made a minute ago, "from just now…and this one…" another bite mark that was redder than the one just now was in between his shoulder and chest, "from last night…remember anything?"

Marissa widened her eyes, trying to recall. She gulped, "Move first…"

"Why should I, this is the best position to make you remember…" Blake was trying to tease her, but he knew deep in his mind that he was at his limit.

"You are heavy…" Marissa furrowed her brows and pushed him again.

"So…do you remember now? This…" Blake pointed at the mark again.