Page 71 of The Spare
“You were meant to scream my name.” Marcus grunted on my lips. His movements slowed and became more sensual. I moaned again, still coming down off the high of a powerful orgasm.
“How are you doing this?” I gasped out between kisses. How could it besogood?
“I’ll let you interrogate me later,” he said and kissed me again. It was lazy and soft for a moment when he broke away. “You’re mine, Sloan.”
He began to thrust a little harder, and I moaned in agreement.
“No.” His mouth went to my ear, and his voice turned jagged. “Say it.”
I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him to meet my gaze. “I’m yours.”
The tenderness reappeared for a moment before the gray flashed back to midnight.
He pulled me into another kiss, stronger and more lustful this time. His hand found its way to my clit and rubbed it roughly, sending new sensations in all directions.
He pulled away from the kiss and began to snap his hips against mine with more force.
The tingling gathered in my lower half again. “Please—” I could only moan as he thrust harder and harder into me.
The next orgasm built as quickly as the last. I clawed at the sheets, his back, his hair, anything to hold onto as I lost myself in bliss.
Years of repressed longing found their release in each of his unrelenting strokes. His tempo became rougher and more primal. All the restraint drained from him, and he ravaged my body mercilessly.
I writhed beneath him as another climax rocked my body. This time, I heard a guttural groan in my ear. His grip on my waist tightened and he jerked forward, feeling the full force of his orgasm. He leaned down and groaned into my neck before laying a kiss there. A final, delightful, shudder ran up my spine.
I lay there in stillness, enjoying the euphoric cloud I was lost in. My fingers absentmindedly ran through his hair as he kissed his way along my chin and down my neck.
Marcus got up momentarily, then crawled into bed beside me. He pulled me into him. We lay on our sides, legs interlaced. His fingers stroked the locks of my hair. “You okay?” His eyes were closed, and his forehead leaned against mine.
“Mmm,” was all I could really muster, that and a contented sigh and uncontrollable smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever—,” I said softly, mostly to myself. I only now realized that my sex life was missing something if it was meant to feel likethat. He wasn’t my first, not by a longshot, but he may as well have been. “Wow.”
He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on my forehead. His arm looped around my waist from beneath me and pulled me in even closer. “I’m not done with you tonight.”
I bit my lower lip in anticipation. He looked happy, not just post-orgasmic happy. Truly happy. It made my whole chest fill with warmth. “Oh no?”
“I need to hear you moan my name more.”
We remained like that for a few minutes in comfortable silence. The way he looked at me made me want to surrender my heart to him forever. The sex was primal. The way he held me, kissed me, stroked my hair. It was something else entirely. It felt like love.
We’d both harbored these feelings for a while...
I wanted to ask him, but my insecurity stopped me.
I shifted at the uncomfortable hold the thought had on me.
“Do you ever think about that night if they hadn’t visited?” I laid my head on his chest when he turned onto his back. My fingers idly drew circles on the taut ivory skin.
“Constantly.” His thumb stroked my shoulder in the same pattern over and over again. I looked up at him. “We would have had dinner. I would have flirted with you, and then—”
“All's well that ends well?”
“You wouldn’t have slept in the guest room, that's for sure.” He turned slowly at first, and then, all at once, I was beneath him.
The air suddenly became charged. His hand pinned my wrists above my head. He dipped down and captured my lips into a slow, sensual kiss.
He had warned me. I wasn’t going to sleep.
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