Star And Marco Novels & Stories

Letta asked, making Marco once again just shake his head while gazing at his spouse. "So, you want something sweet and melting in your mouth?" Marco asked. "Sure, that will definitely make my mood even better," Letta said. And the next moment, without a word, after Letta finished speaking, Marco suddenly grabbed Letta's nape and pressed their lips together. Letta didn't even have time to push Marco's shoulder before his tongue slipped between her lips. Letta felt the warmth of their tongues intertwining. She didn't even care about the cars passing by, possibly noticing the two of them. When Marco released their lip lock, Letta just blinked her eyes, her face turning red. Marco was seen wipin

"You see how this is going. Leo is going to give me bits and pieces, and Marco is going to take bits and pieces of you while he does it. By the time we find the marina, you won't have enough fingers left to point the way." "Fuck you," Rico spat. I nodded to Marco. "The torch. Under the chin. Slow." Marco grinned. It was a terrifying, hungry look. He picked up a small blowtorch and clicked the igniter. The blue flame hissed, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "No... no, wait!" Rico’s bravado finally cracked as the heat neared his skin. "Okay! Okay! It’s the Blue Bay Marina. Pier 14. He has a yacht there.

Marco ordered, his face mere inches from hers as he pulled a complex knot tight against her sternum. Jennifer opened her eyes, her vision already blurring at the edges as the heady, euphoric rush of subspace began to pull her under. Marco's dark eyes were entirely unshielded, completely consumed by a blinding, territorial pride. "You are breathtaking," Marco rasped, his knuckles brushing against her cheekbone. "Every mistake, every triumph. You belong right here, in the center of us."

Jazzy's people, asked Marco to move faster, his slow movements tortured the woman, she even moved her body so that the alpha realized he was too slow. "Your wish is my command my Luna," Marco said and he moved faster. Until Jazzy felt like she was about to explode, Marco was still pounding her fast… they felt like they were going to fly together because of the kaleidoscope sensation they produced… Jazzy swore she saw the stars in the sky, or… was it just her imagination? "I will come ..." Marco whispered, his movements crazy. "Me ... Too!" Said Jazzy, her hand gripping Marco's arm, maybe her claws are very sharp ... because she could see there were a few splashes of blood coming out of the a

Charlotte stroked Marco's hair calmly as he tried to control his breathing. She hadn't imagined her first time with him would be so intense. She had imagined many times that it would be a romantic night, after all Marco was romantic as far as she remembered. This Marco now seemed to be anything but a lover of romance. But it hadn't been bad, on the contrary, it was delicious and as much as she had dreamed of something different, she wouldn't trade it for what really happened.

shouted Marco loudly. However, it seems that Marco's dream of bringing Caterina home to his base is just a dream. He was defeated by Leo and Alex until he could no longer stand. His eyes also couldn't be opened because of the many blows to his face. Leo stood next to Marco and placed his feet on Marco's stomach. “Do you have any last words to say, Marco?” Leo asked with a sharp grin.

It's only been a few weeks since he and Vans got married, but there won't be a wedding because the woman she loves left him. "It's disgusting. It's all a big joke!" Marco shouted loudly in the darkness of the night. He hit the bottle again. We were about to leave the side where we were standing when the foot of get drunkenness hit us, he was not able to balance his body. It plunged down into the depths of the sea. It struggled to float but when it raised its head, it was met by a wave Marco was never able to get out. It feels short of breath. In his mind he saw Vanessa's smiling face. It also smiled despite the gradual loss of consciousness.

These two had access to information one could dream of, information that if it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic for a lot of people. Marco Santoro, otherwise known as the ghost. Marco is a silent type you see, an elusive figure that isn’t seen, but always leaves a mark. A mark that’ll most often leave you with a gaping hole in your head. He oversees the syndicate’s covert missions, including, but not limited to kidnapping and assassinations. His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him.

It was beyond incredible and I could hardly believe that we were really there. Gina had fallen asleep against Marco’s shoulder on the plane. The way he tenderly held her all of those hours and the tender way he brushed his fingertips across her slightly bulging stomach spoke volumes. I don’t know what his hang up was, but Marco loved Gina. It was as clear as night and day. Marco was an incredibly handsome man with a rocking body. But he seemed to not realize it. He had a birthmark that affected one of his cheeks, but it did little to take away from his allure.

"Marco. Get your group ready and take the chopper to Rome. Find Martino and protect him. Bring him back as soon as possible. I expect it to take a few days, but don't let it pass two. If you encounter any problems, I give you full permission to use your powers to get out of it. But try to be discreet; I don't want any news leaking out." He hung up after that and then his hands snaked around my waist, pressing me further into his chest. "What can they do?" I found myself asking. "Marco… he's a firecracker. Literally. His anger is insane. Somehow, that translated to exploding blood."