Deimos

A shudder escapes me as he breathes into my neck. If he wasn't the Deimos I knew, he was obviously his beast. "I am going to mark you." The beast growled, nibbling at the soft flesh of my neck. I trashed in his arms, "No, stop! I won't forgive you, I'll hate you!" I snarled, twisting and turning my body. The beast, kn...