Marking him was her favorite part and she wanted people to see her handiwork. It just wasn’t as fun when you didn’t get to show off.
It really wasn’t much of a game as they really didn’t have the time. If they hadn’t been in a hurry, she’d have run from him and explored the room while doing it instead of just taking a few steps away to let him watch her strip. There were different sorts of games that didn’t always take a lot of time. Mae yelped a little when he marked her but it was a pleasant sort of sound.
When she cried out the second time, it was from a mixture of the stinging his hand left behind and the falling forward though she caught herself using his shoulders so she didn’t topple over entirely. Maeve dug her fingernails sharply into his shoulder, whimpering as he teased her with the knife sheath. Oh he was horrible. Utterly horrible though her body was asking for more, more, more.
She pouted quite dramatically but before she could really feel... anything, she was being tackled to a chaise-sort of thing. Mae knew how to fall and she managed not to miss the mark or whack her head on anything. And she managed to fall in just the right way so he was between her legs. Even as she kissed him back just as viciously, her hands were headed towards his pants - especially with his demanding pull.
She undid the button and zipper quite expertly and pushed the annoying pieces of cloth down as much as she could from this particular position. Mae desperately wanted him, every piece of him and she wished they had more time.