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The last word is driven from my lips as Marcus draws back and then pitches his hips forward, filling me in one hard thrust. Our bodies slam into the washing machine, drawing out an unholy screech as the heavy appliance moves a little, grating across the floor.
We both stop moving for a second, lost in the feel of our bodies connected like this.
Joined.
United.
Irrevocably one.
Marcus lets out a barrage of muttered curses, his cock pulsing inside me as it stretches my inner walls. My body knows this feeling, recognizes the shape and size of him, and I squeeze hard around him as if I’m welcoming him home.
He curses again, finally drawing out and beginning to thrust in short, sharp strokes.
One hand is still wrapped around my hair, the other holding on to my hip, as his pelvis slaps against my ass, filling the little room with the debauched sounds of our fucking.
He shouldn’t be doing this. He took three bullets just over two weeks ago, and I could see in the way he held himself earlier that he’s weak. In pain.
But I know he wouldn’t stop even if I told him to.
And there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him to.
My legs have turned to jelly, and the only thing holding me up anymore is the washer and Marcus’s firm grip on me. Pleasure is building to a glorious peak inside me, and when Marcus pulls out, I actually scream in fury.
“I have to see you,” he grunts. “I have to look at you.”
He pulls me upright, spinning me around to face him before heaving me onto the washing machine. I try to help him, bracing my hand against the top to lift some of my weight. I can see him grimace with the effort, and his face looks a little paler than it did before.
This is costing him, hurting him, but still, he doesn’t stop.
As soon as my ass is perche
d on the edge of the washer, he guides his cock to my entrance again, sliding in like he resents every second we had to be apart. The change of angle makes him hit a new spot inside me, and I hook my legs around his waist, looping my arm around his neck as he grabs my face in both hands.
His thrusts before were hard and fast, but now every movement in and out is slow—as if he knows he’s close to coming, and he’s trying to literally slow down time, to draw every bit of this out as long as he can.
Earth and air stare back at me as I gaze into his eyes, lost in their depths and everything I see there.
“Come with me, angel,” he whispers, a plea in his voice as he buries himself inside me again. “Come with me.”
And I do.
Just because he told me to.
Because I’m his and he’s mine.
My pussy clenches around him as pleasure breaks through me, and he grunts, his cock jerking and swelling as he empties himself in my womb.
My eyelids flutter, my vision going blurry at the edges, but I don’t look away from Marcus’s face. I watch every emotion that plays over his features as he comes, and I let him see every one of mine.
And for the first time since I met him, it doesn’t feel like either of us is hiding a single goddamn thing.
Chapter 14
We keep watching each other as we slowly come down from the high. Finally, Marcus presses a gentle kiss to my lips and then drops his head to my shoulder. He kisses the spot he sucked on earlier, and the bruise he gave me is so pronounced already that I feel a hint of pain from the pressure of his lips.
Good.
A feral sort of pleasure rises up in me at the thought. I hope he managed to suck out a piece of my soul.
