DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

Part 49 - Mark

Porsche's POV

I spent hours that night thinking—should I do this? Should I let Kinn mark me? I don't like not being in control, I don't like being dominated... but he's not who he was back then, he's not Ling. I know he loves me, I know he respects me... He even got that ridiculous tattoo for me. If it were possible, he'd let me mark him instead.

Okay, I've made my decision. "Kinn? Kinn?" I whispered to him, touching him gently.

Kinn's POV

I can't believe our day got ruined like this. I shouldn't have taken Porsche out after finding out about the pregnancy—he still struggles to share his hardships with me. But I feel like we've gotten so much closer like we're taking that step forward every day. We're back to arguing like before, and I love teasing Porsche. I also love our late-night conversations that have returned, even though waking up is hard for me since I like to sleep uninterrupted. But for Porsche, I'll do it... even though it's started happening every night...

"Kinn? Kinn?" Porsche tried to wake me up. I need to tell him to stop shaking me like that—it makes me feel nauseous.

"Yeah?"

"Will you always respect me, even if you stop loving me?"

Where did that come from? "Why would I stop loving you?"

"Just answer the question!" Porsche sat up and shook my hand.

"I'll always respect you, even if I stop loving you—though that would never happen."

"Really?"

"Really," I reassured him and closed my eyes.

And then he shook me again. "I'm ready for you to mark me."

I sat up in an instant. "Really?" My voice came out too high. I cleared my throat. "I mean, are you sure about this? You don't have to. Just because I got the mark tattoo doesn't mean you owe me anything, it doesn't mean that—"

"I've thought about it, and I trust you."

"Porsche."

"I'm afraid, scared... but I trust you."

"I promise I'll never hurt you. I'll always love and respect you, no matter what happens."

Porsche kissed me. "Promise me that this mark will remind you that you must respect me, even if our relationship falls apart. You won't use it to control me."

"Porsche, I promise. No matter what happens, I will always respect you."

Porsche straddled my lap and kissed my lips. He's driving me crazy—I love him so much.

"You're so damn sexy," I murmured.

Porsche took off his shirt. "What are you waiting for?"

I turned him around and gently laid him on his stomach. "Porsche, I..."

"Stop talking and just do it already," Porsche snapped.

"We don't have to do this," I hesitated, afraid he might change his mind. I needed to be sure he wanted this.

"Kinn, I want this. I trust you. I love you."

"I love you," I whispered as I leaned in toward his neck, pressing a kiss against his skin. I sank my teeth into him. 

A sharp cry of pain escaped his lips. "Ahhhhh."

I knew this night would turn into the best sex of my life. I licked the blood from his neck and kissed the spot softly. Then, I turned Porsche to face me.