Page 70 of The Spare
He paused and let out a low, controlled growl. His hungry, gunmetal eyes roved from my legs to my hips, and finally met mine. He crawled on top of me, and our lips met again.
“Fucking lethal.” He broke away and breathed into my ear. My lungs desperately searched for air. He moved his mouth to my neck, and he pushed his body hard against mine. The feel of it, pressing me into the mattress, sent sparks dancing along my spine. “And all mine.”
I pulled him back to kiss me. My hands dug into his back when his palm moved up my thighs and splayed at my navel. He was teasing me. His hand moved down my navel slowly, and he finally pushed a finger into me while his thumb caressed my clit.
My heartbeat went from fast to crazed.
“Marcus.” I arched away from the mattress. His smile was wicked. I needed more. I was desperate for it.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” His voice was strained, he added another finger. “Were you this wet on New Year’s?”
Yes.
All I could bring myself to do was whimper and buck at his fingertips as they put on a show inside of me. Their cadence hastened to a maddening pace.
“I don’t think we can be just friends.” I let out a small laugh. The pleasure mounted; I was so close. I didn’t know why I said it. Maybe a part of me was still nervous about it—not the ramifications, but seeing Marcus so intense and focused on me was unnerving.
“Just friends?” He groaned in my ear. As if to punish me for that statement, Marcus withdrew his fingers. He stood to remove his boxers. I inhaled sharply, taking in the sight of his long, thick arousal already slick with anticipation. Waiting breathlessly as I heard foil ripping open, I swallowed hard at the thought of him inside of me. He wasbig.He walked back to the bed, his gaze penetrating mine, and positioned himself at my wet entrance.
“Do your friends do this to you?” He teased me with his tip. I panted in response. “There’s only one right answer.”
“No,” was all I managed to get out, lost in a cloud of lust. He groaned loudly as he pushed himself fully into me, his size stretching me to my limits.
I let out a small cry but was so turned on by that point that he slid in without resistance. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. “Just me.” He lifted my trembling legs to his shoulders and slowly picked up his pace. “Only I do this to you.”
Biting my lip, I adjusted to his size. He looked down to assure me. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to me.”
I nodded in compliance, and the prickle of pain melted into pleasure as my body began to accommodate him. He pulled out of me slowly, only to push back in at the same torturously slow speed. I whimpered and bucked against him for more.
“Tell me what you want, Counselor.” He looked down at me, smug. I was entirely under his control, and hereallyliked it.
I moaned softly.
“No.” He smirked and pulled himself almost completely out of me. “Sloan Saanvi Amari.” Dominance drenched each syllable as he slowly pushed back into me. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck. Me. Marcus.” I commanded through gritted teeth.
He slammed into me hard, once, restraint warring with desire. “Almost.” Only one of us could be in control, and right now, it was going to be him.
“Please.” I heaved a heavy breath.
He ran his thumb down my lips before returning his hand to my hip. “Good girl.”
He rewarded me with harder, faster thrusts. My breaths became shallow, and the moans got louder. Usually, any inkling of control over me felt like barbed wire. But with Marcus? I wanted him to take me, fuck me, make me his, turn me around, and do it again.
Every ounce of defiance left my body when he entered it.
Heat coiled at the base of my spine until he hit the spot that made my entire body quake. “Marcus. Please.”
The last bit of resolve in his face faded, and his strokes became more savage.
Rough. Powerful. Uncontrollable.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room as the tension built at my core. My moans became an unintelligible mix of panting and desperate sobs. The sound of his heavy breathing was the last thing I heard before it finally shattered. My body was electric with waves of satisfaction.
“Marcus,” I moaned his name loudly when I came.
My breath was ragged, my body trembling with nearly overwhelming gratification. I sighed when Marcus lowered my legs from his shoulders and leaned forward. His arms were bracketed on either side of my body. My hazy eyes registered him as he dipped his head and kissed me softly.
