Page 81 of One More Night


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Once he stretches my arms overhead, he feathers kisses along my torso, and I writhe, preparing myself for whatever it is that he hates about me.

“I hate how distracting you are, working on our property while you wear those ridiculously thin clothes.” I fight for air as he nips the ridges of my ribcage. “I hate how easily you befriended that impossible horse,” he murmurs, dragging more searing kisses all the way down my abdomen to the slope of my hip.

“That stubborn chin, your laughter, and every sexy sound you make at my touch.” His tickling breaths have my pelvis jerking toward his smiling mouth. “I am undeniably addicted to you.” He releases each tie at my waist with his teeth, and then painstakingly peels the front of my bottoms down, bearing me entirely. “But slayer… I don’t hate it.”

With that, we collide like thunder and lightning. A blindingly bright force of passionate kisses and grasping fingers. A storm joined by two elements which can’t exist without the other. It’s as horrifying as it is exhilarating, and I know in the deepest, cobweb-ridden parts of my soul that I’ll never tire of this high I get from him.

“You must have had a lot of time to think about that list,” I pant, popping his bottom lip with a bite that further ignites his smoldering gaze.

“I’m one hundred percent certain you’re all I think about,” he says with guttural admiration.

Okay, I’m the one who’s supposed to have a way with words here.

But they fail me when he moves to stretch my calf across his upper body and kisses the inside arch of my foot. When he swirls a hot lick around my ankle bone, my body grows dangerously close to the melting point.

“I need to feel you, please,” I beg, but it’s little more than a rasp, and the pinching grip I receive to my outer thigh has my eyes rolling.

“What did I say? No guessing games.” I’m blinded by lust as Marcus draws my other leg up his side and slicks the underside of his impossibly hard length through my parting lips. “Tell me exactly what you want. Where do you need me?”

A flush burns my chest. “Inside.”

“My fingers?” With the longest two, he pumps up and down, spreading my arousal along the outer seam before bringing them to my lips.

When I open to tell him that’s not what I meant, he pops them into my mouth, swiping in a ‘V’ formation around the sides of my tongue.

A foreign tartness glides over my tastebuds before slipping down my throat.

“That’s a good girl, sucking your come off my fingers.” His pupils flare, darkening his gaze as he watches me clamp my teeth down on his knuckles.

“Heather,” he utters my name as if it’s a sacred, precious thing. “You’ll finish me if you don’t stop that.”

The way he watches me is so erotic and filthy.

I lick my lips when he brings his pointer finger to his mouth, cleaning anything I may have left behind with a low hum. “Devine.”

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I say, awed by his constant ability to be both unbelievably sexy and thoughtful at once. A sensuous lick of heat from his cock has me spreading for him. “But what I truly want is for you to stop being an unbearable tease and fuck me already.”

With twitching amusement, I’m awarded a single, hard inch before Marcus gives in and glides all the way to the hilt.

He releases a groan paired with a spine-wracking shiver. “It’s too good.You’retoo good.”

A sudden urge flickers through my mind, and I act before I can second guess it, nipping his shoulder and reveling in his moaned pleasure.

Cupping his palm behind my head, he holds my mouth to the spot, and purrs, “If you’re going to bite me, thenbite me.”

I hesitate half a second before sinking my teeth back into his hard, rippling muscle, leaving two rows of marks when I pull away.

An animalistic noise rumbles from his throat, and I take his response as permission to play, licking and kissing, just as I’ve watched him do to me.

“I like these,” I admit, quickly flicking my tongue over the bar through his right nipple. “Very much.”

“God, you filthy woman.” His hand never leaves my hair as he pistons in and out of me. “I’ll keep them forever, then.”

Forever.

The word whispers across my mind as I wrap my lips around the piercing. It’s warm with a hint of metallic flavor as I suck it into my mouth.

“Ah!” Marcus slams into me, settling there while I nibble, lick, and swirl.

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