Love Marks

Day 6 - Bite Marks/Hickeys

The soft flicker of candlelight cast warm shadows over the walls of Eloise's bedroom, the air thick with the unspoken heat that simmered between her and Cressida. It had been an evening of stolen glances, their unspoken desire held just beneath the surface as they navigated the night with all the decorum that society demanded. But now, alone in the privacy of Eloise's chambers, those restraints had fallen away entirely.

Cressida was pressed against the wall, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Eloise's mouth moved with intent over her neck, her fingers tangled in the delicate fabric of Cressida's gown. Their kisses had grown more heated, more desperate, as the night wore on, their bodies pulled together by the irresistible force of their shared need.

Eloise's lips brushed over the soft skin of Cressida's neck, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down her spine. But then, instead of the gentle kiss Cressida expected, Eloise's teeth bite lightly into the sensitive skin just below her ear, a teasingly hard nip that made her gasp, her body tensing in surprise.

Eloise pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with something dark and playful as she looked down at Cressida, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Did that hurt?" she asked softly, her voice thick with a teasing lilt.

Cressida blinked, her breath still shallow as she brought a hand to her neck, her fingers brushing lightly over the spot where Eloise's teeth had grazed her skin. There was a faint stinging sensation, but more than that, a rush of warmth spread through her body, a thrill that made her pulse quicken. "Are you… trying to mark me?" she asked, her voice filled with playful accusation as she met Eloise's gaze.

Eloise's smile deepened, her eyes dark with intent as she leaned down to press another kiss to Cressida's neck, her lips lingering on the spot she had just bitten. "Perhaps I am," she murmured against her skin, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "After all, high collars are no longer in fashion. And I rather like the idea of everyone seeing who you truly belong to."

Cressida let out a soft, breathless laugh, her head falling back against the wall as her hands slid up Eloise's arms, pulling her closer. "If you keep this up," she teased, her voice trembling slightly, "I won't be able to wear anything to those balls without everyone knowing."

Eloise chuckled softly, her breath warm against Cressida's neck as her lips moved lower, trailing soft, teasing kisses down the curve of her throat. "Maybe that's the point," she whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "Maybe it's time you stopped attending those balls altogether."

Cressida raised an eyebrow, her breath hitching as Eloise's mouth continued its slow, deliberate journey across her skin. "And what," she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and teasing, "do you suggest I do instead? Become a recluse? Hide away from society?"

Eloise pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she met Cressida's gaze, her lips curving into a sly smile. "No," she said softly, her fingers brushing lightly over Cressida's jaw, tilting her head back so she could kiss her again. "I suggest you tell your parents to stop trying to find you a husband and simply declare your intentions to remain a spinster. With me."

Cressida blinked, her heart skipping a beat at the words. "A spinster?" she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief and amusement. "With you?"

Eloise nodded, her expression serious despite the playful glint in her eyes. "Doesn't that sound like more fun?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with intent. "Imagine it. No need for all those tiresome introductions, no more mindless conversations with men you don't care for. Just you and me, living our lives however we please. No expectations, no pressure."

Cressida's breath caught at the thought, her mind reeling with the possibilities that Eloise's words presented. The idea of abandoning the life that had been set out for her—the endless search for a husband, the rigid expectations of society—was as tempting as it was terrifying. But the thought of spending her life with Eloise, of living outside the confines of what was expected of them, sent a thrill of excitement through her that she couldn't deny.

"And what," Cressida asked softly, her voice trembling slightly as she met Eloise's gaze, "would we do with ourselves? As two spinsters?"

Eloise smiled, her hand slipping down to rest on Cressida's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. "We'd live," she whispered, her lips brushing against Cressida's as she spoke. "We'd do whatever we wanted. We'd travel. We'd explore. We'd find ways to keep ourselves entertained."

Cressida let out a soft laugh, her body trembling with both excitement and desire as she leaned into Eloise's touch. "It does sound rather appealing," she admitted, her voice filled with affection. "But what of my parents? What will they say when they find out that I've chosen to remain a spinster?"

Eloise's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned down to press another kiss to Cressida's neck, this one harder, her teeth grazing the delicate skin once more. "Let them say whatever they like," she murmured, her breath warm against Cressida's ear. "Once you've got my mark on you, they'll know you've already been claimed."

Cressida's breath hitched at the words, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch as the weight of her lover's intent settled over her. There was something deeply intoxicating about the way Eloise spoke, the way she made Cressida feel both cherished and claimed in a way that no man ever could. The thought of being marked by Eloise, of wearing her love like a badge for all to see, sent a rush of warmth through her body that left her trembling with both desire and anticipation.

"You really are trying to mark me, aren't you?" Cressida whispered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and disbelief as she looked up at Eloise, her lips curved into a soft smile.

Eloise's smile deepened, her fingers brushing lightly over the spot where she had bitten Cressida's neck, her touch gentle but possessive. "Perhaps," she murmured, her voice low and filled with intent. "Or perhaps I'm simply reminding you who you belong to."

Cressida's heart raced at the words, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she met Eloise's gaze, the weight of her lover's desire settling over her like a warm embrace. Eloise had always been the one pursued, the one desired by countless men of the ton. Cressida had to scrap and claw to get interest now after several years on the market. But here, with Eloise, she was something more—something cherished, something claimed. And the thought of being marked by her, of wearing that mark for all to see, made her pulse quicken with excitement.

Eloise's hand slid up Cressida's neck, her fingers brushing lightly over her jaw as she tilted her head back once more, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "So," she whispered against her mouth, her voice filled with affection and mischief. "What do you say? Will you give up the balls and the suitors and run away with me? Or will I have to keep marking you until you finally give in?"

Cressida let out a soft, breathless laugh, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch as she leaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up to tangle in Eloise's hair. "I think," she murmured, her voice filled with affection, "that you might have to mark me a few more times before I make my decision."

Eloise grinned, her lips brushing against Cressida's as she kissed her again, harder this time, her teeth grazing the soft skin of her lover's neck once more. "As you wish," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet determination. "But by the time I'm done, you'll need more than just high collars."

The promise in Eloise's words sent a shiver down Cressida's spine, her breath hitching as Eloise's mouth moved lower, pressing soft, deliberate kisses down the curve of her neck. Each kiss was followed by a teasing bite, a gentle graze of her teeth that left Cressida trembling beneath her touch, her body responding to every brush of Eloise's lips and teeth with an eager anticipation.

Eloise's lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below Cressida's jaw, and with a soft hum of satisfaction, she latched onto the delicate skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Cressida gasped, her fingers tightening in Eloise's hair as the sharp pleasure of the bite sent a rush of heat through her body.

"You're going to leave a mark," Cressida breathed, her voice trembling with both amusement and desire as she tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to Eloise's eager mouth. "Everyone will see."

"Good," Eloise murmured against her skin, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she sucked harder, leaving a dark, purpling bruise in her wake. "Let them see."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation as Eloise continued her slow, deliberate exploration. Her hands slid up Eloise's back, fingers curling into the fabric of her gown as she pulled her closer, her mind spinning with the sheer thrill of being marked, of knowing that tomorrow, when she stepped out into society, everyone would see the evidence of what had happened here tonight.

Eloise's mouth moved lower, trailing kisses and bites down the curve of Cressida's neck, across her collarbone, and along the delicate line of her shoulder. With each new mark she left, Cressida's body responded, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as the heat between them grew stronger, more insistent.

"You look so beautiful like this," Eloise murmured, her voice filled with quiet reverence as her hands began to work at the ties of Cressida's gown. "I want to see all of you."

Cressida's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the fabric of her gown loosening beneath Eloise's skillful hands. There was something deeply intoxicating about the way Eloise undressed her, each movement filled with a quiet command that made Cressida's pulse quicken with anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, Eloise slid the gown from Cressida's shoulders, letting the delicate fabric pool at her feet. The cool air of the room brushed over Cressida's bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Eloise's touch, her hands sliding up Cressida's waist, her fingers brushing over the soft curve of her hips.

Cressida's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch as she stood there, completely exposed, her skin already marked by the love bites Eloise had left in her wake. She had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly claimed, and yet the sensation filled her with a deep, almost primal satisfaction that made her heart race with both excitement and desire.

Eloise stepped back for a moment, her eyes dark with hunger as she took in the sight of Cressida's bare body, her gaze lingering on the marks she had left on her skin. "You're beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet admiration as she reached out to trail her fingers lightly over Cressida's collarbone, brushing over the dark bruise she had left there.

Cressida shivered at the touch, her breath coming in shallow bursts as Eloise's fingers moved lower, tracing the curve of her breasts, her hips, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She could feel the intensity of Eloise's gaze, the way her eyes lingered on every inch of her skin, and it made her body tremble with anticipation.

Eloise's mouth found Cressida's skin again, her lips pressing soft, teasing kisses to the delicate curve of her breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there in a way that made Cressida gasp. Slowly, methodically, Eloise began to leave more marks—tiny, possessive bites that made Cressida's body arch beneath her, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the heat between them grew unbearable.

"You're mine," Eloise murmured, her voice low and filled with quiet command as she trailed her lips down Cressida's stomach, leaving a line of bite marks in her wake. "Only mine."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably as Eloise's mouth moved lower, her hands sliding down her thighs as she pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her leg, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there in a way that sent shivers through Cressida's body.

"Yes," Cressida gasped, her voice filled with both surrender and need as her hands tangled in Eloise's hair, pulling her closer. "I'm yours, Eloise. Only yours."

Eloise smiled against Cressida's skin, her hands sliding up her thighs as she gently guided her back onto the bed, laying her down with a care that belied the intensity of the desire that burned between them. Cressida's body trembled with anticipation as Eloise knelt beside her, her fingers brushing lightly over the marks she had left on her skin.

"I want to feel you," Eloise whispered, her voice thick with desire as her fingers slid between Cressida's legs, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. "I want to make you mine completely."

Cressida gasped, her body arching off the bed as Eloise's fingers pressed into the slick heat between her thighs, the soft, insistent pressure sending waves of pleasure through her that made her head spin. The intensity of Eloise's touch, the way her fingers moved with such precision, left Cressida trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built inside her.

Eloise's fingers moved with deliberate care, stroking and teasing Cressida with a rhythm that made her body tremble, her breath catching in her throat as she teetered on the edge of release. Every touch, every stroke sent her higher, her body aching with the need for release, her mind reeling with the intensity of it all.

"Eloise," Cressida gasped, her voice filled with both desperation and desire as her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with the force of her need. "Please… I need…"

Eloise smiled, her fingers pressing harder, moving faster as she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Cressida's lips. "I know," she whispered, her breath warm against Cressida's skin as her fingers continued their relentless rhythm. "Let go for me, my love."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body tensing as Eloise's words sent a shiver down her spine. The pleasure was overwhelming, building inside her with every stroke of Eloise's fingers, every whisper of her voice. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of release, her body trembling uncontrollably as the heat between them grew stronger, more insistent.

And then, with a soft, breathless cry, Cressida fell over the edge. Her body convulsed with the force of her release, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, her mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it all.

Eloise didn't stop, her fingers continuing their slow, deliberate strokes as she coaxed every last tremor of pleasure from Cressida's body, her breath warm against her skin as she whispered words of praise and possession into her ear.

"You're mine," Eloise murmured, her voice soft but filled with quiet satisfaction as she pressed a kiss to Cressida's neck, her fingers still gently stroking her. "Only mine."

Cressida's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She felt utterly spent, her mind spinning from the sheer intensity of her climax, her body still tingling with the sensation of Eloise's touch.

As the quiet of the room settled around them, Eloise lay down beside her, her hand reaching out to brush lightly over Cressida's arm, tracing the marks she had left behind.

"Now everyone will know," Eloise whispered softly, her voice filled with quiet satisfaction as she pressed a soft kiss to Cressida's shoulder. "You're mine, and no one else's."

Cressida smiled, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure as she turned to face Eloise, her gaze filled with both affection and desire. "Always," she whispered, her voice soft but certain. "I'm always yours."