Marik groans drunkenly into the nape of her neck then trails his lips back up to hers. “You just love torturing me don’t you?” He murmurs between kisses.
“I enjoy it. Oui.” She tired to keep her breathing and the flush to her face down, but she knew it was there anyways. Still she wrapped her arms tighter around him, kissing him deeply.
He chuckles. “Little minx.” He strokes her cheek softly. “There you go. Sportin’ my favorite color again.” He chuckles again. Marik places his hands on the back of her thighs and picks her up, so that her legs are wrapped around his waist. He carries her over to the couch and drops her gently. He laughs wickedly and pounces on her, burying his head into her neck.
Angel couldn’t help the small gasp that she gave when he picked her up. Still she took the opportunity to kiss his neck. A small yelp was heard when her dropped her on the couch, but she bit her lip softly again. Angel tilted her head back, pulling on his red hair, and gave a small shiver.