Chapter 18 #2
She leaned back, placing her hands on the table as Marcus’ lips moved down her neck and over her breast. His hand plunged into the neckline of her chemise and pulled it down revealing pale skin and rosy nipple.
Annabeth gasped as he mounted his mouth over her nipple and kissed and licked.
Her hands moved into his hair, tugging and holding him there.
The sensation thrilled her, moving through her, creating a pulsing between her thighs she was not familiar with, but it felt good.
“Oh Marcus,” she moaned as his hand massaged her breast.
“Ye drive me to madness, lass. I cannae restrain me desires,” he groaned in a lusty whisper.
“Then daenae restrain them,” she whispered.
He stopped kissing her breasts and locked eyes with her. A fierce and hungry look came over him, like a hungry wolf ready to devour a feast.
With that permission, Annabeth watched as Marcus moved lower and lower until his hands were pulling her chemise up her thighs.
Her breath caught in her throat. She had never been naked in front of a man before and felt both embarrassed and excited at once.
He pulled her chemise up with greedy hand lifting it to her waist.
Marcus inhaled a deep sigh as he looked at the nest of curls between her thighs “A thing of beauty, ye are.”
What happens now? I'm ashamed to be this wanton, but I cannae stop this thrill. I want him to touch me there. Will he?
Just then, Marcus cupped her mound of curls with his hand so delicately, she felt the tickling sensation move through her body. Her eyes grew wide as his finger moved up and down her slit.
“So wet, lass. I want to taste ye,” he moaned.
Taste me? I daenae ken what he means by that.
“Open yer legs,” he ordered her with a thick whisper.
Annabeth did as told and spread her thighs open wider.
“That’s a good lass, but I need more,” he said.
With that he placed his hand gently around her ankle.
He guided her foot up, bending her knee and placing her foot on the edge of the table.
Annabeth gasped at how exposed she felt, but she also felt desirable and warm.
The pulsing between her thighs grew with his every touch, the deep sound of his orders, and the way he looked at her.
She gasped in surprise when he placed his face between her thighs and placed soft kisses on her.
Then his tongue slid up and down her wet slit.
Suddenly, she realized what he meant by tasting her, but she had no time to think more about it as the delicious feeling made her lean back more, opening wider.
“Oh, Marcus, that feels… that feels so good. I daenae want it to stop,” she moaned.
Marcus groaned in response, and she lost herself in the exquisite feeling as his tongue moved higher over her rosebud. His tongue pressed and moved back and forth over it slowly then faster and faster.
“Oh. Oh!” she shouted as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.
What is happenin’ to me? I'm startin’ to shake. I cannae hold it any longer.
Annabeth felt the pulsing growing and growing inside of her until she could not restrain the building sensation any longer. With a tremor that shook through her body she twisted his hair in her fingers and released her juices. Marcus slowly licked and tasted her.
“Marcus. Oh!” she shouted then she whispered, “I daenae what's happening.”
“I love tastin’ ye,” Marcus growled. “I’ve wanted ye for so long.”
The elation turned into a blissful feeling as Annabeth tried to catch her breath. She looked around the kitchen, forgetting that she was in a public space and not her bedchamber.
Why does this feel so good? I want more. I want him inside me. But this is wrong. I am nae his wife. What will others think? What if someone heard us? What if someone is watchin’?
Annabeth pushed her chemise down, her breath uneven, and gently pushed Marcus away, her hands resting on his chest. “Marcus,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “this cannae happen again. I’ll be leavin’ soon, and I cannae have rumors flyin’ about—about us.
It would ruin me reputation, and I daenae want that. ”
Marcus’ brow furrowed, his jaw tightening as he met her gaze. “Rumors?” he repeated, his voice low and thick with anger. “Ye think I care about rumors? I care about ye, Annabeth.”
Annabeth shook her head, her heart heavy. She stepped down from the table and moved away from him. “I care about me own reputation, Marcus. We have our arrangement, but that’s all it can be. I’ll nae let anyone think this... this connection means more.”
“Ye think it’s all just part of our arrangement?” he spat, stepping back from her, his tone sharp. “I’m nae a fool, Annabeth.”
Annabeth opened her mouth to respond, but the look in his eyes silenced her. She saw the hurt, the disappointment, and it made her own chest tighten. “I’m sorry,” she whispered though she wasn’t sure if she meant it.
Without another word, Marcus turned on his heel, his boots thudding heavily against the stone floor as he stormed toward the door. “I cannae deal with this,” he muttered under his breath, the words cutting through the quiet of the kitchen.
Annabeth watched him leave, her heart aching, the air thick with tension. She felt a wave of regret wash over her, but she stayed rooted to the spot, unsure of how to fix the rift that had just begun to form.
She stood frozen in the kitchen, the silence of the room pressing down on her. Her mind was racing, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and longing.
Why did I let it go that far?
But she could not deny the moistness between her thighs and the pulsing elation he had brought her to, and she was hungry for more.