Marcus suddenly pulled me up by my hands and before I could even process what was happening, he hoisted me over his shoulder like some kind of determined caveman.“Marcus!” I gasped, breathless, half laughing, half shocked.He didn’t say a word. Just made swift, deliberate strides toward the bed, his hold firm around the back of my thighs. I could feel the rumble of his low chuckle against my stomach as I dangled over him.And then, thud—he tossed me onto the bed, unceremoniously, like I was a reward he’d just claimed. I bounced lightly against the mattress, still catching my breath, wide-eyed and flushed. Before I could recover or say something sarcastic, he climbed over me with a wicked glint in his eye.“Don’t act like you didn’t love every second of that,” he murmured, his voice a growl against my skin.And honestly? He wasn’t wrong. So I pulled him down toward me and kissed him. He didn’t blink twice. The moment our lips touched, he responded instantly, kissing me harder, deeper
This was a kiss that said he’d waited for this moment. That he’d been holding his breath, afraid I’d walk away again. That he didn't have to anymore.It’s not a kiss just a kiss, it’s a possession. His lips move against mine with a rough intensity, leaving no room for breath or softness.His fingers tighten around my throat, angling my face up so he can devour me. The kiss is a clash, a war of heat and desire as he grazes his teeth over my bottom lip and plunges his tongue in and consumes mine. The taste of him is fire, scorching every thought from my mind. His breath is harsh against my mouth, his lips relentless, like he’s trying to swallow me up.There’s no finesse in the way he kisses. It’s neither controlled nor refined. It’s not even disciplined like the way he fucks. It’s as if he’s never kissed before and I get to witness every second of every bit of his brutal, heated, explosive power. And I crave it. I love every second of it.I fall apart at the thought that he only shows m
I took a deep breath. This was… more for Marcus.More than I had expected. More than I had prepared myself for. I wasn’t even sure what my own feelings were. Everything in my life felt like it was shifting underneath me, and I had no solid ground to stand on to even begin to figure out what I felt.But I knew one thing, I couldn't hurt the only person who had opened their arms to me without expecting anything in return."Look, Marcus," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm starting to realise this was a huge mistake. I shouldn't have come into your bedroom. I shouldn’t have even asked for your help. I mean, we’ve only met once before all of this… I didn’t think this would mean more to you than it already is. And I feel...""Do not say you feel bad or guilty." His voice was quiet, but firm.I tried to continue. “I feel like we need to stop.... I think we need to stop here,” I managed, even though I wasn’t sure I believed it. “I don’t want to hurt you or your feelings. I feel
I went quiet for a moment, still sitting on the bed. Marcus lay on his side behind me, silent, watching. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but full of with confusion.“Why?” A pause. “Why don’t you want to talk about it?”I sighed at the sound of his voice. It hit something tender in me. But I couldn’t give him what he wanted.“I just… I don’t want to talk about it,” I whispered. “I have a lot on my mind right now, and I just....” I stopped myself, then forced the words out. “You know what? It’s fine.”I got out of bed and stood up.And just like that, I started gathering my clothes, slipping into them one piece at a time with my back turned to him. The silence was heavy. When I was fastening the last buttons on my pyjama top, I heard his breath hitch and then his voice, sharper now.“Then what the fuck are you doing?” A beat.“What the hell are we doing?”That was it. I snapped. I turned back around and faced him fully.“You know what? I shouldn’t have come here,” I said. My
I said, “No, it was okay. I really enjoyed myself. I liked it.”I could feel the smirk from Marcus as the two of us tried to get the breath back into our lungs after that pleasure workout.We were silent for a little while, lying side by side, staring at the ceiling, our chests rising and falling in rhythm. His hand found mine beside us, and he joined them together—intertwining our fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world.He turned to face me, propping himself up halfway on his arm, just watching me. He did it for so long that I found myself chuckling, turning my head toward him with a smile on my face.“What is it?” I asked. “Do you want to go again?”I asked mischievously, laughing with that awful glow and a little bit of—I don’t know...nervousness, shakiness. Whatever it was, it made him smile.But then, his face shifted. That smile disappeared and something more serious took its place.“I shouldn’t have done this,” he said.My heart paused.“We shouldn’t have done
Marcus lowered his head, and I watched as his mouth closed over me. His eyes burned into me as he sucked lightly at first then firmer, sending shockwave after shockwave to my center. I was getting closer and closer, always on the edge but not ready to fall yet. I dug my hand into the blanket, desperate for release and so close, but something was still holding me back. As if a knot had been tied too tightly deep inside of me and couldn’t unfurl.“Please.... Marcus....,” I bit out.Marcus pulled one of his hands out from beneath me. His fingertip brushed my entrance and at the next tug of his lips, he pressed inside. I clenched in discomfort then pleasure. Never taking his eyes off me, he started moving his finger inside of me as he sucked my clit. Suddenly the knot unravelled, my eyes growing wide, my belly hollowing as pleasure radiated through me. I cried out, my fingers scraping over Marcus’s head as I ground myself against his mouth, seeking more of his tongue and the finger teasi