The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting a warm, golden hue over Sabrina and you as you lay tangled in each other’s arms. The gentle hum of the city outside was a distant murmur, barely noticeable compared to the closeness you shared.
Sabrina’s lips were warm against yours, the kiss deepening as the world outside seemed to fade away. Her hands roamed gently over your back, pulling you closer. The kiss was tender and filled with affection, a silent conversation of love that needed no words.
As Sabrina’s lips moved from your mouth to your neck, her kisses grew more fervent, driven by the passion of the moment. She nuzzled into the curve of your neck, her breath hot against your skin. Lost in the heat of the moment, she pressed her lips firmly, unaware of the mark she was leaving.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes met yours with a mix of surprise and regret. You touched your neck, feeling the warmth of the hickey forming. A soft blush colored your cheeks as you looked at her.
“S-Sabrina,” you started, your voice a blend of embarrassment and amusement. “I think you left a little something.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened as she followed your gaze to the mark on your neck. She bit her lip, her face flushing with a mixture of guilt and affection. “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to... I got carried away.”
You chuckled softly, reaching out to cup her face. “It’s okay, really. It’s just a hickey. I’ll live.”
Sabrina’s expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, this time more gently. “I guess I’ll have to be more careful next time,” she murmured against your lips, her tone playful.
You smiled, tracing a finger along her cheek. “I wouldn’t trade these kisses for anything.”
As the evening continued, you both laughed and teased each other about the accidental mark, the playful banter only deepening the affection between you. The hickey became a sweet reminder of the passion you shared, and the night ended with both of you snuggled up together, feeling closer than ever.
