Chapter 257 Leaving a Mark
Darwin had always been self-centered in matters of intimacy. Whenever he desired, she couldn't refuse.
In her haziness, Fiona felt like she was back in those times again.
"Don't be afraid."
Sensing her anxiety and unease, Darwin softened, kissing her lips again and coaxing her with his gentle voice, "I won't force you. I'll wait until you're ready to truly accept me."
In Fiona's misty eyes, desire began to cloud her vision. Her gaze often seemed distant and disconnected. As Darwin kissed her, her mind turned into mush, instinctively she kissed him back softly.
Mr. Solomon just stood there, silent, his towering frame taut.
"You know exactly how to torture me," Darwin groaned, voice hoarse, as he peppered her neck with more fervent kisses.
"Be gentle..." Fiona clenched his hand. "You'll leave marks!"
Darwin chuckled lowly, then tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Why fear my marks? Scared that man will see and get jealous?"
"No, it's not that…" Fiona turned away with a slight frown.
Seeing this, Darwin felt a surge of jealousy spill over.
He dipped his head back into the open neckline of her dress and, in a fit of pique, stamped a series of mottled red marks onto her fair skin.
"It hurts!"
Tears welled in Fiona's eyes, the corners reddening in a way that tugged at the heart.
Darwin looked up and saw her tear-stained face, filled with an indescribable tenderness. He kissed the tears from her eyes ever so gently, "Okay, I'll stop. When these marks fade, you should come back to me."
Fiona, still in a daze, stared at Darwin before suddenly grasping his intent. He was making sure she wouldn't be with other men.
"Be good. I didn't care before, but now don't let other men touch you; you're mine." Darwin kissed her deeply once more.
Fiona felt a mix of amusement and annoyance. Annoyed that Darwin so readily believed in her non-existent husband; and amused by the lengths he went for this imaginary rival. The more she thought about it, the more speechless she became.
She decided to act—she leaned in and bit down on Darwin's neck.
Darwin bowed his head slightly, curved his frame, and let out a muffled grunt as his grip around Fiona's waist tightened.
After the mishap of biting his finger, Fiona was careful this time. Her bite was firm enough to leave a mark but definitely not enough to draw blood.
With one bite, she made her statement.
Fiona leaned against the door, a defiant glint in her eye as she faced Darwin. "As if you're one to talk about leaving marks!"
Her cheeks burned with color, and her eyes shimmered with tears she wouldn't let fall.
Darwin, breathing heavily, couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
Closing the gap between them, he brushed his lips against the tip of her nose, his voice betraying a whisper of desperation, "Your lips are so soft, so biting—just one more mark, can you? Please?"
In that moment, a jolt of electricity shot through Fiona from the soles of her feet, rendering her body numb.
"Darwin, you're shameless!" She blushed furiously, shoving him with all her might.
But Darwin persisted, teasingly coaxing her. "I've got plenty of marks from you, and you're worried about one more?"
His entreaty was gentle, almost as if he was lightheartedly bargaining with a child.
Fiona's face was burning hot, yet she stubbornly refused to bite again.
She had intended to lash out, a small revenge against Darwin, but he seemed unfazed.
"You're not going anywhere until you do," Darwin said, pinching her chin and caressing her slightly swollen lips with fake-solemnity.
Fiona fell silent.
The impulse-bitten kiss was one thing, but the deliberate one felt entirely different. Despite her attempts, she couldn't manage.
Darwin, on the receiving end, looked practically tormented, his eyes reddening with each fruitless effort.
"Enough!" Fiona turned away, her gaze dropping. "Maybe you should go take care of that in the bathroom."
He wrapped his arms around her tightly and sighed, "To think, after all this teasing, I'm the one who ends up suffering."
Fiona could no longer hold back her laughter.
Darwin's eyes and tone were filled with resigned frustration, the unyielding craving driving him to distraction.
"Darwin." Fiona glanced at his open collar, a part of him she'd always admired—his collarbone.
She'd never had the courage to do what she'd wanted with it in the past.
"Yeah?" he responded instantly, the tenderness in his voice wrapping around her.
She met his gaze, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "There's something I've wanted to do for so long... something I never dared do before. Can I do it now?"
Darwin thought to himself, he'd give his life for her; what could she possibly ask of him that he wouldn't allow?
"Do it," he murmured, nudging her nose affectionately.
Their closeness, in those fleeting moments before they parted ways, had been intimate, yes, but nothing compared to the present.
Darwin... It was as though he had descended from his pedestal to become her devoted disciple.
"I want to..." Fiona's fingers delicately eased his collar aside, then pressed lightly on his collarbone, "leave something here."
To Fiona, this was like signing her name.
To sign her name was to claim him as hers. Ever since she'd become infatuated with Darwin, she'd fantasized during their intimate moments about branding his collarbone with her name.
Darwin's Adam's apple bobbed. "You can."
Fiona's tongue gently traced her lips as she glanced at him, then closed the distance between them, drawing nearer to his collarbone. Once upon a time, Darwin forbade her from leaving any marks on his body. She had always played by the rules—so much so that she really wasn't skilled in the art of leaving those tell-tale "strawberries" on the skin.
After a moment's hesitation, she steeled herself, opened her mouth, and delicately bit down on the thin layer of skin atop his collarbone. Darwin winced from the pain, but it was quickly eclipsed by an exhilarating pleasure he had never known before, shrouding him completely and sending involuntary shivers through his body. He could nearly feel her slight canines grazing his bone in that tickling instant.
"Baby..." Darwin's voice was low and unsteady.
Releasing her grip, Fiona's tongue instinctively licked her lips. In the next second, Darwin's arms encircled her, lifting her into a passionate kiss. Being naturally taller, he had initially bent down to kiss her, but now Fiona found herself on tiptoes to meet his lips.
Later, when they recalled this day, Darwin remarked with a mix of jest and sincerity, "I spent a lifetime's worth of self-control in that one day."
After what seemed like an eternity, Darwin, gasping for breath, ended their chaotic kiss. His eyes, reddened with fervor, fixed on Fiona with insatiable madness and an absolute desire to possess.
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