He took command so easily, was her thought. She stopped at his cheek before pulling back and looking down again. He had to have known about her fears, seen them so easily in her face though she had tried to hide it. Either that, or his mark was giving him what he needed to know. She didn't know if he could harness that yet, but somethings seemed to be instinctual with him.<br/><br/>She followed his instructions, finding the skin with the tips of her fingers. She wasn't afraid of touching Marcus, and used the tips to feel the smoothness that had looked like scales. He was large, she could barely wrap her fingers around him. She didn't argue about him being inside her. It was too late to fight, at least in this respect.<br/><br/>At least he was claiming her fully, she thought again as her fingers felt more sure about stroking his hardened length. She would be mate and nothing less in his eyes, or the rest of the world's. She had hated him calling her whore, and he would know only her as well as she only him.<br/><br/>As her fingers spread out from their exploration of his sex, she stripped him of the last of his clothes. She was still on only her under things, the pale white lace on her pale skin surrounded by her black hair that was loose and about her body. She looked up, unsure as the last of his clothes hit the floor.