"Are you ready?" Theo breathed the question. He was suspended over her and feeling the urge to mark her again—to sink his teeth into her neck as he claimed her from below as well. Perhaps he was meant to.
"Yes." It was merely a whisper—a quiver of her lips.
"Can I…" he licked his own lips, hesitating. She said that he could taste her—that he could have her. But he told her that he would not break the skin.
"What? Ask me." Her blue gaze found his, and it seemed concerned. Her hand rose to stroke his shoulders, and a tremor raked him at the gentle touch when everything else was pulsing so forcefully, pushing him forward.
"I want to mark you again," he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut. When he did, they were back in Gray Vale—back in his memory. The urgency with which he had marked her then was an attempt to keep her safe from the Camazotz, and so many had been witness to it. He wanted the slow intimacy of it now as they completed the bond.
