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“Marcus,” I chant, plunging them through his silken locks while frustration and ecstasy clash like Titans.
“My name on your lips is the sweetest satisfaction.” A grin spreads me wider as he fucks me with his tongue before gliding up and down my slit. “Almost sweeter than the way you taste, the way you smell… I could do this for hours, slayer.” He pauses after another torturous lick. “Is that what you’d have me do? Devour this delicious heat of yours until you can’t walk tomorrow?”
Fuck. Yes.Eyes rolling, I arch into his filthy, greedy mouth. “I’m so close. Oh shit, I’m almost there.”
“I know,” he growls in approval, encouraging me. “Now let me have you, Heather. Every drop. Come right here on my tongue or don’t come at all.” Hands gripping my ass cheeks, he continues flicking and sucking me until the desk is shaking with the rest of me. “You can do it. I’m ready for you.”
Those last four muffled words are what send—no,vault—me straight over the edge.
This is the orgasm to end all orgasms. A release that explodes and refracts into tiny diamond shards, only to leave me in a puddle of loose limbs with my chest heaving.
Our gazes collide as I softly float back into my physical form, and what lies in his stare frightens me.
“If only you could see yourself the way I see you right now,” Marcus murmurs.
“Sweaty and disheveled?” I tease woozily, if only to distract myself from the adoring way he’s watching me.
Marcus steadies my wobbly legs by helping place my feet on the ground and propping my ass against the edge of the desk. Trailing kisses up the insides of my thighs, he rights my panties first, then my jeans, and when he’s finished, he unties me and readjusts my top—peppering kisses across my shoulders and collarbones as he goes.
I swallow a knot that refuses to budge as finally, he cups my cheeks and says, “Like you’re mine.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Heather
True to Marcus’s arrogant word, the incurable throb in my core is all I can think about. Not even helping myself to two more orgasms this morning—thank you, Mr. Shower Head—could alleviate what’s become a dull, painful ache.
I know exactly where I can find relief. Marcus would be more than willing to slake this unquenchable thirst he’s cursed me with, and without a doubt, it would be as mind-blowing as our night in the treehouse. But I’ve weighed every option, and giving in to him entirely always yields the same result.
Disaster.
A shaky breath parts my lips as I stare at the same river we crossed just one week ago. Unlike our first crossing, we’ve followed the path farther south to an area that flows more gradually. Marcus’s arm tightens around me as Sparrow’s steps grow quicker with excitement.
“Whoa,” he orders with low authority, and my cheeks flush.
Need I constantly be reminded of how commanding he is?Never mind how much I enjoyed it.
She halts several feet from the water’s edge, clomping and snorting as I lean to give her an affectionate pat on her shoulder.
Marcus coughs, shifting his groin at my back, and I might arch the tiniest bit, giving him a view of my jean shorts straining against my ass.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he mutters.
The bushes rustle behind us as Jango, with agility an old mutt like him shouldn’t possess, races by in a tawny blur. He doesn’t hesitate before tucking his arms in, lengthening his body, and diving straight into the clear water.
Sparrow flings her head around, glaring at us both for not allowing her a turn, then aims a hot burst of air at us.
I toss Marcus a mock pout over my shoulder. “Aw, let her go have some fun.”
He rolls his eyes as he adjusts the backpack he’s carrying, then slides off her back.
“The both of you are proving to be more trouble than you’re worth.” Grabbing my waist, he hoists me from the mare and sets my bare feet on the ground.
“I resent that.”
Sparrow’s lips pop as she rapidly nods her head, and Marcus can’t suppress his smile any longer. “So does your friend, it would seem.”
She reaches toward him with her floppy lips as if to nip him, and he gives her big body a playful shove before removing the harness. “Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.”
