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His thrusts into my mouth grew more and more fierce, his groans becoming louder, and I held his balls to massage them, his thickness buried in my throat.
Gagging, I released him with a ragged gasp, and he helped me stand. He kissed me, the feel of his warm skin against mine the only warmth I craved.
I turned my back to him without his guidance, and he followed my lead. He kissed my shoulder while his hands snacked around me from behind to hold my breasts. I stared at us in the mirror, and there wasn't anything more perfect than me in his arms like this.
When I felt his fangs graze my neck, I shivered, and he kissed my flesh down to my ass cheeks and back up. I was on fire, burning with a need that only he could sate, and Dorian gently bent me over the counter.
My core was throbbing, my legs shaking, and he spread them apart.
I gasped when he kissed my sensitive flesh, pulling my clit into his mouth, and I clawed at the marble counter. This was what I wanted for the rest of my life. Over the years, I'd had good sex but nothing like this.
No one made me feel the way Dorian could.
My head swung back when he entered me, and a scream was ripped from my lips. He pulled me back against him, burying himself, and I arched my ass for him. I was scared of falling and giving my all to anyone else, even him, but it was happening.
A part of me wanted it to happen because I knew that Dorian would always be waiting to catch me.
I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, and he peppered my back with kisses.
When he pulled out of me, I climbed onto the counter and leaned back. We watched as he entered me again, and my eyes rolled back. He pulled out slowly, the feeling ethereal, and my head fell back. I was feeling everything, all at once, a symphony of sensations with highs and lows, and I didn't want it to end.
He pulled my nipple into his mouth while teasing the other, rolling it around between his fingers, and I felt my climax on the horizon.
“Not yet,” Dorian growled. “Hold on, babe, not yet.”
He held my waist, his body throwing mine back with each thrust, and his face started to turn red. Neither of us looked away, and I held on for as long as possible. My core clenched around him, intensifying the feeling as his cock hardened further with his impending climax.
“Dorian!” I screamed. “Please!”
He picked me up off the counter with his hands under my thighs, allowing him to hold me up by my ass. As he drove into me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. My climax was explosive, as was his.
He continued to bounce me up and down, milking him completely.
“Fuck!” he growled, and I wailed when he bit down on my shoulder.
His teeth weren't elongated to penetrate my skin, so it was a normal bite in the thrashes of passion, and I loved it! What would the real thing feel like? What would it be like when I became his true mate?
It would happen. One day, it would, and I was ready.
When he'd emptied his seed, he released my shoulder and stepped into the shower, still holding me. Finally allowing me to stand, he turned the shower on and kissed the bite mark he indeed left on my shoulder.
"One day," I said on a shaky breath. "One day, I want it to be real."
He ran his hands over my head, pushing my hair back, and kissed my temple.
"I'm looking forward to that day," he whispered, and I hugged him. The both of us were drenched, and I imagined we were standing under a waterfall on an island far away from this ordeal with Isaac.
With that thought, I frowned, but I wasn't given much time to dwell on Isaac. Dorian fell to his knees and trapped me between his torturous lips and the wall.
“I’m not done with you yet, Marian, and I won't be done until I no longer see that frown."
