The mark - V
Everything around him dulled, his senses suspended all of themselves in the moment, when his tongue taste in her blood, but with the intention of marking her.
His teeth sank into her vein and as he breathed in the scent of her blood, he also said it in. Just a little test before he could have it forever and in whatever quantity he wanted.
Tristan held her body as her consciousness left her, and she fell into his arms entirely. He held on to her weight which was barely anything to him, but he welcomed it. Having her body at his mercy in his arms was the best feeling in the world. It was not something Genevive did numerous times, but whenever she did he would take the opportunity.
Let his teeth sink in, allowing her body to take in his essence, for as long as he was going to be in this world. This was not a temporary mating Mark like he had pleased when he had first conquered this kingdom, this first permanent.
This was forever.