Kate shivers for the soft, wet heat and arches for the scrape of his teeth. At the first hint of suction, she curls her fingers into his skin and gives up a low, quite whine of need. This isn't some random fuck she's bruising and getting bruised with. It's Declan. Declan making damned sure she can't block it out and ride the wave of pain.

He's not biting out of rough pleasure and leaving a mark. He's just plain marking her.