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"Had enough being on top?" he teased as he sat up and shrugged off his tux jacket and then the shirt she'd unbuttoned.
He was such a good sport about it, and his smile eased the knot that had formed in her stomach.
Marina managed a teasing smile. "I didn't want to rumple your tux. What would you wear for tomorrow's wedding? Me?"
"Such a smart mouth." He crushed his lips over hers in a brutal kiss.
Oh, yeah. That was what she needed.
Her body responded with an inferno igniting inside her core, and Peter didn't waste any time, tugging his slacks off with one hand while tearing her thong off with the other. Without bothering with buildup, he was inside of her with one brutal thrust and then going from zero to a hundred in three seconds flat.
It was glorious and just what she needed to take her mind off things. All she could do was hang on as he pounded into her, and then he was coming, and so was she, but the bite she'd expected didn't come.
Breathing hard, Peter kept rocking his hips, and his erection wasn't showing any signs of shrinking.
"Why didn't you bite me?" she whispered.
He lifted his head and smiled with those huge fangs of his filling his mouth. "Disappointed?"
"Yes," she admitted. "It was out of this world last night."
He was still rocking inside of her, and with every passing moment, his erection was growing thicker and longer, swelling inside of her.
"I didn't want it to end yet, and it would have if I bit you and you passed out." He trailed soft kisses over her face. "I like being inside of you. We fit well together."
Yes, they did, but it was cruel of him to tell her that when he had no plans to keep her.
A tear glided down her cheek, but Peter was too busy shifting their bodies to notice. Moving to his knees, he held her pressed against his chest.
She folded her legs around his bottom and wrapped her arms around his torso, rocking against him as he gently thrust up into her.
It was so intimate being held by him like that, so close, their chests pressed against each other.
Too intimate.
As tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, she tightened her hold on him and kissed him, biting his lower lip with her blunt front teeth, but not hard enough to draw blood this time.
He'd admitted to enjoying a little pain with his pleasure, and given his response, the little nibble had delivered just the right dose.
Groaning, Peter clamped his hands over her hips, lifted her until she was perched on the very tip of him, and then slammed her down on his hard length until he was buried in her to the hilt. As he did that over and over, the coil inside her tightened again, readying for him to spring it. And then he was supporting her weight with one hand while playing with her clit with the fingers of the other, and the coil was sprung.
Throwing her head back, Marina climaxed.
Peter kept massaging her clit. "Again," he growled as he continued rubbing that oversensitive spot. "Come for me again."
She shook her head. "It's too much. I can't."
"Yes, you can." He rammed up into her, hitting that spot inside of her once, twice, while his fingers kept on their gentle assault.
This time, the orgasm was a whisper instead of a roar, and Peter didn't climax at all. He didn't bite her either.
Maybe he didn't need to bite every time he had sex?
Dazed, Marina suddenly found herself flipped over, her head down on the mattress, her bottom sticking up in the air, and Peter behind her, gripping her hips with an almost bruising force.
It was the perfect pose for spanking, but she was too spent to enjoy that now. The fit was tight at this angle, bordering on uncomfortable, but it was exhilarating, and as his thrusting became frantic, she knew that he would bite her this time, and she would get to soar again.
Nothing could compare to that feeling.
