“Marcus?” I breathe.
“Mmmm?” he murmurs against my sensitive skin.
“That night in the industrial area when you castrated Draven Miller …”
“What about it?” he rumbles, caution filling his tone.
I knot my fingers into his hair, forcing his head up to meet my hooded stare. “When I first got here, you would refer to me as mine to your brothers, like I was some kind of property. But that night in that old warehouse when you were talking to Draven, you said ‘Do you know what happens to a man who spits filthy words at my girl.’ It was different, Marcus. My girl isn’t property, that’s something more … something real.”
His stare narrows, but doesn’t harden like I expect. “That was nearly two weeks ago, Shayne. You’ve been holding onto that question for that long?”
My gaze drops away as embarrassment filters through me. “Forget I said anything. I’m probably just reading into something that isn’t there.”
“Oh, it’s fucking there, babe,” he says. “But don’t be fooled. Being my girl isn’t going to be the same as being with some ordinary dickhead that you meet in the club. Living in my world is nothing like trying to survive it. Can you cut it?”
I swallow hard, knowing exactly what he’s trying to ask me—am I strong enough to not only survive with him, but to thrive and fucking love it. I nod, “Yeah,” I tell him, a small smile pulling at the corners of my lips. “Just say the word and I’ll fucking blow you all away.”
Marcus’ lips drop straight back to mine and within moments, he reaches down between us and guides his thick cock inside me, pushing further and further, taking his sweet time until he’s completely seated inside of me.
My head tips back as a deep groan tears through me. He’s too good, too fucking much. He’s like the devil who sits upon your shoulder, promising you all the wicked deliciousness that you could possibly handle. Only, he gives more and watches with delight as your system overloads with satisfaction, pushing you until you explode.
It’s everything.
He starts moving, soft and gentle while pushing deep and overwhelming me with pleasure. In and out with skilled precision as his fingers touch, brush, and pinch, sending waves of electricity pulsing through my veins and making me feel like the only girl in the world.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his gaze shifting over my pebbled nipples. “So fucking responsive.”
“That’s all you,” I tell him, biting down on my lip. “I’ve never been like this with anyone, never felt my body burning with life, not until I experienced what it truly meant to be with a real man.”
Fuck Tarzan back in my trash can. Nothing will ever compare to this.
Marcus’ hand drops to my thigh as he starts to pick up his pace. This isn’t his usual style and it shows by the determination on his face. He’s used to hard and fast, but this soft side isn’t just surprising me, it’s rocking right through his system and pushing him to the edge, threatening to throw him right into the pits below, and he fucking loves it.
His fingers tighten on my thigh and my back arches off the mattress, pressing my tits up against his chest. “Fuck, Marcus. I’m going to come.”
He slams deep inside of me, forcing a gasp from between my lips. “Not fucking yet, you’re not,” he says through a clenched jaw as my thigh hitches higher over his hip and somehow forces him deeper.
I groan, that familiar burning building stronger and stronger within me. My nails dig into his back and the rumble that vibrates through his chest nearly kills me. He’s everything. How could I possibly consider running away from this place when I can be treated like a fucking queen right here in my bed?
His thrusts get faster, his jaw clenching tighter as his hand drops from my thigh to my ass and grabs one hell of a handful. He squeezes and I throw my head back again, every nerve in my body on fire.
My pussy clenches around him and I know deep in my soul that I can’t possibly hold on much longer. “Marcus,” I breathe, the desperation filling my tone. “I can’t … I need to come.”
He grunts and adjusts his hold on me, slipping his hand between our bodies until his skilled fingers are pressing down over my clit. He rubs tight little circles, bringing me closer and closer. “FUCK,” I pant, my chest rising and falling with rapid movements.
I dig my nails in harder and his eyes roll with pleasure. “Come now,” he demands. “I want to feel your tight little pussy squeezing me.”
His words are my undoing and I come hard, my orgasm exploding through me, curling my toes and forcing my eyes shut. I clench them tight as the walls of my pussy turn into a quivering mess, shattering and convulsing wildly.