Wow so I brought this back because I'm back into the series, lol enjoy (also pls don't attack about Mark he is bi)
Pulling on the buckle of the nameless mans belt, flashes of the blonde- almost white haired Blackthorn glare at her from behind her tightly clamped eyes. The mans unnecessary pants fill the air as he struggles to remove his too tight skinny jeans. Letting the jeans fall to his ankles, he dives back in shoving his face into her pelvis making her jump at the sudden contact.
"You like that, baby?" He grins up at her, showing a glimpse of his newly blood stained fangs, she smiles at him and raises her hand up to her collarbone feeling where his incisors pierced the skin. "You know when they said Shadowhunters tasted the best, I never believed them until now,"
"That's cute," She whispers out, feeling the Vampire trail his tongue up her thigh making the girls breaths come out in quick, sorrowful puffs of air. His tongue reach the barrier that separates her from his own small mission to which she only complied to rid herself of the soft touches that haunted her mind every night. "Please,"
"Tsk, Tsk," He grins up at her, his eyes glinting green in the moonlight. "It's a full moon tomorrow night, I want to enjoy my fill," Within a blink of an eye, her underwear was torn from her and thrown across the room making the lethargic girl lean up a little to see what he was doing. "I'll be taking all the time I need,"
She clamps her eyes shut as the pain strikes through her lower stomach before letting her face relax, giving him the impression that she was enjoying it. Slowly, his finger built up speed before her release arrived and she was a bundle of exploding nerves, imploding quicker than a burst bag of water.
"Glad to know I still got it," He smirks at her before licking a spot on her hip, her eyes watch as his fangs slowly sink into the unmarked skin. He lowers his mouth fully before cupping his lips around the incision and sucking in the fresh forming blood that's now coursing through her veins, thanks to the regeneration rune that lays against her left shoulder blade. "Who knew a Herondale would come so quickly?"
"I'm not a Herondale," She whispers out, Tiredness leaking into her body. "I'm a Lovelace, through and through,"
"Sure, Darling," He replies, licking his lips before catching the look on her face. "Oh sweetie no, You came here to forget someone and I plan to make you forget he ever existed,"
If only he knew how wrong he was, the man she needed to forget wouldn't leave her mind, no matter how hard she tried, Mark Blackthorn made it a habit of being lodged within her soul.
His touches were ghosted into her skin, his kisses a permanent tattoo on her lips and his eyes were embedded in her brain, never going to leave again.
Mark Blackthorn was her literal drug, he was her addiction, he was the reason she wanted to wake up in the morning but once again she's been let down by the people she needs most.
Ignoring the pulsing pain blooming in her chest, she slides her hand onto the back of the mans neck before pulling his head down to hers, reconnecting their lips with a silent promise to herself; never will I ever let Mark Blackthorn lay a hand on me.
