#Chapter 82: Make Your Mark

The next morning, I’m sluggish and satisfied, naked in the bed. The covers are over me, but only from the waist down, leaving my breasts exposed while I stretch my arms over my head. Maybe I’m just more comfortable like this. Or maybe I’m putting on a bit of a show because Caleb is still here and he keeps glancing back at me, through the body length mirror he’s standing in front of. He’s naked too, so I can easily spot his twitch of interest every time he glances back. When he does look back at his own reflection, he examines the clear love bite I sucked into his neck last night. It’s just under the jut of his jawline. If he wasn’t clean shaven, he might have been able to hide it with a beard. It’s too high for even his highest collar to fully cover it. I’m satisfied with it, especially after he visited a different consort last night. It pleases me immensely to see my mark on his skin. His feelings on it elude me, however. One minute he seems amused by the mark. In the next,