I instantly stopped moving when I felt Storm's lips touch my neck. When he kissed the region on my neck that would eventually bear a mark, I was as limp as a vegetable.
the area that would soon be identified.
Storm shifted his hands. To keep me steady, place one on my right hip and the other on the opposite side of my neck. As he continued to kiss my neck, I closed my eyes and let out a small groan. It was pleasant. It was a great feeling. My stomach also started to pulse with another sensation.
I didn't regain consciousness until Storm's canines' tips touched my increasingly sensitive neck as they had now descended.
Actually, he intended to mark me.
I pushed the words out of my mouth as I continued to stand there limp: "Storm, stop!"
The storm persisted.
When I started crying, his dogs had just barely scraped my skin.
Whimpering and a pleading, "Storm, please stop," were heard.