Page 43 of Marked By Him

“But you did know him.”

“He’s someone from my past. And until five minutes ago, I thought he was dead.”Now I knew he was.

His emotions painted his face—confusion, pain, regret. Acceptance.

“Would you really have killed me?” I asked him. Even at this moment, as I left my life in his hands, I still wanted him. My nipples pressed against his chest. The bottom of my belly clenched with need.

He swallowed hard. “No,” he said, and my heart lurched. “But you understand why I had to kill him?”

Understanding and acceptance were two different things. I understood why Roman had to kill Jared. If he hadn’t, Jared would’ve killed him and done who knew what with me. But in my mind, the man who’d stood at the edge of the forest and picked a fight wasn’t the same man I knew all those years ago. In my heart, he was still charming and witty. He was full of life and hungry for adventure. Now, he was gone—truly gone—and I had to mourn his death all over again.

“You heard what he said, Eve. He was one of them. They want our home. They want to use my people to gain favor with the vampires they worship. I can’t let that happen.”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me or himself.

“I know.”

He let go of my wrists and swept the front of his finger down my cheek. “When I thought he was here for you, I wasn’t just angry because you lied. I wanted to kill him for touching you. I wanted to punish you for letting him. The thought of someone else having you ripped my sanity to shreds.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Even if it was before I knew you.”

His hand moved to curl around the nape of my neck. My body arched into him and he groaned.

“Nothing matters before I knew you.” I hooked my leg around his calf. “Only you. This. Now.”

He lowered his head and kissed me. Not a gentle apology. A fierce claiming. A clashing of teeth and tongues. He pushed his erection into me and I pushed back, taking every ounce of friction he gave. He swallowed my moans, flooded my lungs with his breath, and filled my soul with his savageness. I slid my hands under his shirt, digging my nails into his back. He bit my lip with a growl, anointing our kiss in blood. Mine from my lip and his from the fight.

His other hand slid down my body and grabbed my waist, pinching me through my clothes hard enough to bruise. He pulled his mouth from mine. “I need to fuck you. And it might kill us both.” He huffed to himself. “We’re both vulnerable right now. To each other. To nature. To whoever the fuck might still be out there. It goes against everything I am, but I can’t wait another goddamn second.”

“Then don’t.”

I tore my shirt off, then my shorts and panties. He did the same, yanking his pants down, then tossing them to the side. We discarded clothes until we were both naked and panting with need. Wild. Primal.

His thumb skimmed my lip, smearing blood. “I told you I’d ruin you.” He gripped my hip, pinning me to the hard ground as he positioned his cock at my entrance. “And I’m just getting started.” He drove into me with a hard, piercing thrust as deep as my body would allow.

It hurt like hell.

And it felt like heaven.

His fingertips dug into my hip, while his other hand grasped my throat. And he thrust.

With vicious grunts and long, powerful strokes. Sliding out, leaving the wide tip at my entrance, then driving back in. Our bodies slapped together.

Over and over.

I was entirely at his mercy as he rutted into me like an animal uncaged. He filled and stretched and bruised me until I cried.

The ground scraped my back. The rocks and broken branches were unforgiving against my skin.

I opened my legs wider, offering him more, needing him to take more. He tightened his grip around my throat and white light dotted my vision. I fought to take in a breath.

“That,” he groaned. “I fucking love the feel of that. Feel how your cunt squeezes me? You were fucking made for me, Eve.”

The hand on my hip slid around to my ass, lifting me off the ground and holding me steady with his rhythm.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, giving him back a fraction of the pain gave me. He didn’t let up. It only drove him to fuck me harder.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Do it.” I grabbed his ass, holding him in place. “Come inside me. Let me be your second chance.”

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