A Month Later

　　"God, you are beautiful." Devon's lips brushed against the side of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he pulled me into a heated kiss that made it hard to concentrate on flipping the pancakes. He'd been doing this for the past ten minutes, leaving his marks yet not bothering to stop.

　　"Devon, stop it." I groaned, trying to hide the breathless gasp that threatened to escape. "I'm making breakfast for us."

　　"And he's focusing on his ...