A hickey, or so he thought, was what the young ones called the little bruise he was staring at in the curve between Holiday's breasts, just under her collarbone.

He had never before claimed someone as his own. Six believed in personal freedom and didn't feel the need to assert dominance over someone through physical marks but as his fingers lingered over the rounded shape of the purplish bruise, tracing its edges, he couldn't deny the possessive desire that consumed him.

Had he really been kissing and sucking her skin that hard?

As he lay there, lost in thought, tracing the movements of his lips with his fingers, a thought sparked in his mind. Six wondered if he should allow Holiday to leave a similar mark on his body. After all, shouldn't she have the opportunity to experience the same sensation?

He couldn't deny the seductive appeal of the idea. Their bodies intertwined, leaving a lasting imprint on each other, sent a delicious shiver of anticipation down his spine that he had never felt before. It was tempting. Something he couldn't easily dismiss.

"I thought you were already asleep," Holiday yawned after a while, opening her eyes to find the man staring at her breasts. "Is everything okay?" She flashed a warm, genuine smile at him.

"I've never marked someone before," Six said, his voice low and intense. "I couldn't help but keep staring at it while you slept." The woman frowned for a moment, so Six applied a bit more pressure on the bruise with his fingers, causing her to wince.

Realization dawned on her as she reached out and gently touched his cheek, her voice filled with tenderness. "It's ok. It will disappear in a couple of days. Maybe a week."

"I think you should have the opportunity of doing the same with me."

Six's intentions were not to possess her, but rather to establish a sense of equality between them which she found captivating.

Rebecca laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "And how do you suggest I do that?"

Six leaned in close, his body pressing against hers, his warm breath tickling her skin. "However you want." He murmured. Holiday's heart raced as she traced his jawline with a finger.

"I could think of something," she teased. "Roll over..."

Roll over?

"Come on, roll over and get comfortable," the woman said, patting his chest and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

He said it. However she wanted.

Lying on his chest, Six let out a deep sigh as the woman straddled his waist, her legs on either side of his hips, and settled comfortably on his backside. Holiday's neatly cut nails glided over his skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. He couldn't resist the rush of pleasure and soothing that coursed through him as she explored his body.

With his arms over the pillows and his head resting against them, Six's voice was low and muffled as he asked, "Shouldn't this be painful?"

"I have other ways of leaving my mark on you." Holiday laughed, placing soft kisses over his shoulder blades and down his spine.

He had never slept that well in a while as he woke up in a daze, unsure of his surroundings, reaching out for a woman who was no longer in his bed.

"Rebecca?" he called out.

"I'm still here. I just took a shower," she replied from somewhere in the room. His mind was still trying to process the events from the night before. As he rolled to the side to make room for her, Six took a deep breath and smelled the sharp scent of his soap.

"Sorry, I don't have anything more feminine in my bathroom."

"Hmm..." She purred, nibbling on his neck. "I see that the effect of my hickies still lingers."

That woman was going to be the end of his.