”What marks.”
Abruptly, she just sits up - wrapped tight around her frame was the blanket - squinting at him. “The fuck ya’ talkin’ about.”
He said nothing, instead he took action; swiftly he pulled into bed and grasped the side of her neck. Promptly he pressed his mouth there, sucking hard and dragging his pointed teeth along the skin.
When done, he pulls away to examine his work; a black and blue bruise with a little cut here and there from his teeth. And the next thing he examined made him back away.
“….!!?”