Savannah reached up and touched the mark gingerly. She blushed a bit then but smiled and nodded. He could mark her all he wanted. She would probably stare in the mirror when she was alone, marveling at it later.
"I...don't think my legs are going to work anymore, love." she said with a giggle, the tearm of endearment slipping from her lips accidently. But it was not like she could take it back. And she didn't want to.