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❝ I like marking my territory. ❞
IFELTTHE sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Damian was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.
I rubbed my eyes, not wanting to open them. Somehow I hoped I could fall back asleep. This night had been horrible; it had been so freaking hot, it'd kept me from sleeping much.
Lying here I could feel my skin sticking to the sheets, my hair seemed steamy as well. I could feel Damian's skin against mine, he was burning up too.
I tossed around in the bed, trying really hard to shut out damian's snoring. I slapped his shoulder with my hand, letting him know he was snoring loudly. Sometimes it helped, sometimes it didn't.
Suddenly, the room became quit, so I guess today was one of the days, it actually did work. I kicked the sheets of me, taking a deep breath, attempting to fall back snoozing.
Unexpectedly, I felt Damian's burning lips on my neck. He giggled against my skin.
"D," I whined at him.
Having his warm and damp skin rubbing against mine made me feel even hotter than I already was.
"What?" He rasped, brushing his lips against my skin.
"I'm so hot" I whimpered.
"tt, indeed you are," He smirked back at me. "Very hot,"
"That's not what I meant." I said, tapping him annoyingly on the top of his head.
Damian continued kissing my neck, sucking my skin hardly. For some reason, this kid loved leaving marks on me. Very visible marks that I could never really explain where I had gotten them from.
"Damian," I laughed at him, but he continued sucking my skin, letting his tongue lick the sore area afterwards.
I had to bite my lip, so I wouldn't let out a sob from his tongue playing with my naked skin. If my skin wasn't already burning from the heat, it sure was now. Damian's mouth continued sucking places around my neck and chest.
"What is it with you and those hickeys" I asked, laughing slightly.
"I like marking my territory,"
"Your what?!"
"Then people can see you're mine. Mine" His lips were trembling on my skin. I let my hands run through his dark hair, playing with it.
"And how do you expect me to explain those very obvious marks when people ask?" Damian stopped sucking on my skin, lifting his head to catch my gaze.
