I awaited the force, the thrill, the twisted pleasure of being marked, but the sensation never came. Instead, Cain cupped his hand around my neck, tightening his grasp around my throat as my head grew even more lightheaded than it already was.
"Ah... W-wait... It's hard to breathe..." I gasped, my fingers reaching for his hand in an attempt to wrestle it off— scratching his upper arm as my vision grew hazy.
I-is this another kink of his...?
However, my thoughts were quickly muddled as he trails his other hand up to my chest, purposefully caressing my erect nipple with his fingers as the wanton shift in his normal foreplay incites a reaction from me. My body had long grown sensitive from his touch and the abundance of his pheromones lingering in the room.
