Page 35 of The Prophet


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My thighs tremble, and I use the wall for support as he licks and kisses, heightening my desire.

Gasping for breath, I push my fingers through his wet hair, lift one leg to his shoulder, and urge him lower.

He grips my inner thigh, his thumb opening my folds to expose my entrance, and he buries his mouth between my legs. His tongue thrusts inside me, the stubble on his chin scraping my sensitive flesh. Heat builds in his body, flames rising to the surface of his skin only to be doused by the water pouring down his back.

Long, thick fingers push deep and spread me open. He licks and sucks the desire flowing from me, then moves back up to my clit, his lips enfolding the delicate bud.

Pleasure blazes through me, and I come apart, my inner muscles squeezing his fingers.

Dropping my leg from his shoulder, Marc stands and turns me, his hot chest against my back. He grips my waist, guiding me backward, pulling me onto his hard length.

Still caught in my release, I clench around his thick shaft, clinging to him as he rocks in and out of my body. My moans fog the tiles in front of my face, my hips rolling back to meet his, as steam fills the air.

His hands shift, one rising to cup my breast, plucking at my nipple, while the other slides down, finding my clit once more. He strokes me in time to his thrusts, knowing just how to touch me to make me come apart again in his arms.

My inner muscles clench around him as he drives deep, his cock pulsing inside my tight channel. Cum floods my womb, bringing scorching heat that makes my firebird lift her head with interest.

Marc embraces me from behind, his chest heaving against my back. “Do you think it’s safe to move to the bed?”

I rest my head on his shoulder. “Maybe?”

His soft chuckle vibrates through me. “We’ve gotten too reliant on Darius to handle our fire.”

“Sounds like we need practice.” I groan as his cock slips from my body. “And didn’t you lure me here with the promise of an action movie and dinner?”

“Did I say action movie?” He turns off the shower. “I just meant action.”

He reaches past the glass doors to grab a towel, bundles me up in it, and lifts me in his arms to carry me out into the bedroom.

There, he lays me on the faux-fur blanket and spreads the towel open, his admiring gaze traveling down my length. He crawls over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, our wet bodies slipping against each other.

Less hurried this time, we kiss and touch, rekindling the desire that banked in the shower.

Hooking my foot over his calf, I flip us so I can straddle his waist and rake my nails through the light dusting of hair that covers his pecs. His nipples pebble, and I flick one with my fingernail.

He bucks beneath me, his cock nudging my ass.

I scrape my fingers down the hard ridges of his abdomen. “Think you can do this without setting the bed on fire?”

He fumbles with the chain around his neck and brings the amulet to rest on his chest. “Only one way to find out.”

Heart racing, I lift to my knees, and his plump head slips over my folds, finding its home at my center.

As I sink onto him, our mingled moans fill the room.

Thighs flexing, I rise and fall on top of him in a gentle rocking motion, reveling in the surge and drag of his thick length inside of me.

His skin begins to heat, and I press my hand over the amulet. “Hold it in, cowboy.”

“I am,” he grits out through clenched teeth, and his hips lift from the bed, his body thrusting deep.

My back arches, shoving down, and the tip of his cock presses against my womb. His hand covers mine on his chest while his other grips my thigh, fingertips digging into my flesh.

We move together as one, bodies driving toward completion, our gasps and moans entwining.

Fire sears my palm, and I come with a shout, grinding down on Marc. Hot cum floods my channel, and I shiver with pleasure.

He curls our fingers together, clenching the amulet in our joined fists, and he raises it to nibble my knuckles. “Look, no fire.”

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