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It felt as though I’d caught fire. The air was trapped in my lungs and I squirmed. He had a very talented mouth. I slid my hands into his hair, cupping his scalp. He gave my other nipple the same attention. Then one big hand slowly caressed down my body, between my legs.
Yes. My hips arched, and he found my clit and played.
“Marc,” I panted.
His mouth left mine. He moved down the bed and pushed my thighs wide.
His mouth closed over my pussy. I cried out his name, my hand twisting in his hair, holding him right where I wanted him.
“You taste like heaven, my dove.” He bit my inner thigh, then pushed my legs even wider. His mouth was back on me, nibbling, sucking, his tongue stabbing inside me.
My cries were loud.
“Yeah, I love you going wild for me,” he growled.
I clenched both hands on his head and pushed him harder against me. “Marc, oh God?—”
With a wild cry, I came. My orgasm was big and powerful and long. It hit me hard. I dug a heel into his shoulder blade, gripping his arms. I scratched my nails into his skin, searching for an anchor.
Falling back on the bed, I panted. Pleasure filled every part of me.
He reared over me, his face stark with need.
“I need to be inside you.” His chest heaved.
“I need you to be inside me.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marc
God, she was the prettiest thing I’d seen. Colbie, naked and flushed, laid out all for me.
I pressed a kiss to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, her breast. I loved the way she squirmed for me, her desire obvious.
As I’d guessed, Colbie wasn’t shy or hesitant in bed. She was hungry, enthusiastic, and didn’t hide how much she wanted me.
My cock was hard and throbbing. I needed to be inside her. A pack of monsters could come through the door, but there was no way I could stop.
I circled my cock, guiding it against her slick folds. She made a husky, needy sound.
I had to kiss her again. I took her mouth deep. I felt so connected to her.
Her hands gripped the back of my neck.
I pushed inside her a few inches. Her nails dug in, and she gasped into my mouth.
Hell. She was small, and I wasn’t.
“Okay, dove?”
“Um, I think so.”
I pushed another inch and she whimpered.
“You’re big.”
“I know, baby. Tell me you’re okay because you feel amazing. Sleek. Tight.” I growled against her lips.
