Chapter 35
LEAH
Iwake with the vampire still wedged inside me. I wriggle, testing the stretch, the delicious fullness.
His fingers find my nipple. His cock thickens further.
My belly twists with want.
“Don’t move,” I demand breathlessly. I let him slide out an inch then back in, gently, savoring how my body welcomes him.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” His voice sounds stretched and needy.
I’m pressed with my back to his front, my head resting on his shoulder. He gasps, low and hot in my ear as I move on his cock. I fuck myself slowly, using him, then faster.
Marcus’s chest rumbles with the beginnings of a growl.
“Don’t growl at me. I’m healed.” I lean back and spear my fingers into his damp hair, and his lids flutter shut. “That’s right, vampire. Nice and compliant.”
He makes a rumbling sound again, but this time it’s one of contentment as I ride him.
“Relax,” I whisper. He leans back against the stone wall of the baths, a predator at rest. His hands clasp roughly at my hips.
His strong throat is bare, and I turn my head enough to press my lips to the steady drum of his pulse.
His powerful chest shudders. His cock thickens and jerks.
“Only a mate is allowed this,” he says thickly.
The words spark something in my stomach. I suck on his skin and work myself on his cock. His hips rock.
“I will come like this,” he warns. He pinches my nipple. “You tortured me for hours while you slept. You pulsed around me. Hot, wet, tight. I nearly spent inside you while you dreamed.” He scrapes his fangs across my neck in delicious promise of what he can do to me.
His words make me moan and toss my head back. “I wouldn’t have minded. I liked waking with you inside me. I like being stretched by you. I like that I woke up ready for you.”
“I cannot deny you anything,” he says raggedly.
Sparks dance behind my lids as he bucks up into me.
“Come on, Leah,” he teases. “Can’t you last like this?” His teasing does something to me, beyond the pleasure. I don’t have time to consider how I feel because he bucks his hips again, and the breath leaves me in an unsteady rush.
“Hold on,” he coaxes until my hands land on his arms. The muscle is thick and warm from the water. I dig my nails in.
Marcus growls and fucks me from underneath, and I come in shaking, shuddering tremors, my mouth turned against his neck, his at my forehead.
His lips move against my skin. In my head, I know it’s because that’s the only safe place for his mouth unless he plans to bite me. In my heart, I wish we could be more.