The word evokes a low sound, somewhere between a purr and a chuckle. Sweeney doesn't slow, but he presses a kiss against the Mark as he savors the ripples in the wake.

When he's sure she's good and done, he draws back and up enough to grab her by the shoulder and push, urging her eagerly onto her belly. She barely has time to savor the grass on her skin before he yanks her hips up roughly to claim her again.

Falling back into his pace, he curls to lick a line up her back that finishes on the dark welt below her ear. Sweeney doesn't stray far in the moment, panting and moaning against her neck.