He could have done as requested, just up and leave her be, go back out to Bickslow and pick up some random chick to take home but...
He couldn't.
He didn't want to.
Something in him refused to listen to logic. Instead, it made him stay. It made him remain right where he was, between the thighs that had given him so much pleasure, close to the woman who put all his other conquests to shame.
Confusion filled him, wondering what made her so different. What was it about her that made him act so differently? This was all new to him, these feelings he was feeling, this pain in his chest, this desire to strip her bare and make her his again, to mark her as his the dragon whispered to him.
He blinked in confusion. Mark her? How was he supposed to mark her as his? What the hell did the stupid thing even mean by mark her?
Claim. Bite. Mark. Mine. Claim.
Confused and beyond frustrated with Lucy and his dragon, with these feelings and the damn pain in his chest, he did the only thing he knew best besides fighting.
Gathering all his emotions, good and bad, and channeling it through a rough and angry kiss.
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ooh, what's Lucy gunna do?!😱😱😱