Chapter 59

Patricia

Dior's question throws me off guard. Seconds ago, he asked me if I wanted him to mark me, but I don't think I heard him correctly. His words would mean completing the mating ritual and being bonded forever—he can't possibly want to be with me forever.

I ignore his question, but it proves impossible with Dior still inside of me. My heart is longing for the mate-bond to be fulfilled, yet I don't dare ask him if he meant what he said.

"Well?" Dior whispers, kissing the nape of my neck. His voice is a whisper filled with desire. "Do you want to be marked, Patricia?"

I close my eye and nod my answer. I'm scared to admit the truth even to myself, but I can't keep my desire to myself any longer. "Yes. I want you to mark me… I want to… Finish the mating ritual."

Dior presses me further into the couch, and the heat from his mouth on my skin sends shock waves throughout my body. I moan in pure b