Chapter 40
Awhimper escaped her lips as Marshall’s grip tightened around her hips, his kisses feverish as they slid along the surface of her skin.
Her scars made him somehow think she was fragile or delicate.
She didn’t want to be handled carefully; she wanted Marshall in his true glory.
Hungry. Demanding. Moisture drenched her core with each kiss, each soft nip of his teeth.
Her body reveled in the submission. Completely his for the taking.
Seeking hands cupped her breasts, lighting her skin with electricity as his thumbs brushed against her nipples.
She pressed her chest into his palms, begging, pleading for more.
Releasing a breast, his palm dragged over her trembling stomach and sought the place where she needed him the most. Her head rested on his shoulder as a probing finger dipped into her needy core, drew the evidence of her arousal out and spread it over her throbbing clit.
Her legs weakened, aching to give out. She leaned against him, the heat of his muscular chest supporting her as his finger explored deeper, smearing the moisture and endlessly plundering for more.
Pushing her hips against his hand, she chased the delicious friction, urging him on.
“Greedy,” he teased, a groan escaping his lips as he slid another finger into her slick core. His fingers curved inside her, brushing against her most sensitive spot and she gasped at the surge in sensation. With a grunt, Marshall pulled out.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, dipping his face to hers.
She nodded, licking his lips, then suddenly cold as he distanced himself from her.
He lay her down on the bed on her stomach, running a hand from the top of her shoulder to the curve of her ass.
Colette almost regretted giving him permission to do as he wanted.
His exploration only stoked the fire that burned at her core.
“Marshall…this is torture.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she lay helpless, head turned to the side.
The heat of his body radiated next to her, and she moved to be closer.
He slipped his hand down the curve of her ass, between her legs, seeking the slick heat he had abandoned earlier.
A small sound escaped her lips as he found her pulsating core and stroked her clit.
If his intention was to edge her, it was working, and she was losing patience.
“Marshall, please,” she pleaded.
Tilting her hips into his hand and spreading her legs to accommodate him, she gasped as his fingers found their mark once again, curving inside her and reaching her spot more easily at this angle.
Her legs began to shake as pleasure coursed through her body, her muscles tightening as she sensed herself being pushed over the edge.
He alternated between curving them and plunging them as deep as he could, and Colette could hardly stop trembling as she floated between the sensations.
He pulled out, pressing against her clitoris, then going back in.
She cried out at the torture, her body teetering on the brink.
“You gonna squeeze that pretty pussy around my fingers, Colette? I can’t wait to feel all this heat wrapped around my cock,” Marshall said, pulling his fingers out, pressing against her clit again, and stroking her deep.
The words broke her, her body contracting and reaching for that peak as she cried out, bearing down on his fingers. Rapid breaths shook her as she turned her head, her eyes seeking his.
“That’s my girl,” Marshall’s voice caressed her skin as he pulled his hand away and crawled above her. Curling her hands to grip the sheets, she pressed her body against his, aching to feel every inch of heat against her. He tilted her hips and tugged on his cock.
“I’ll get a condom,” he said with a pant, in a moment of clarity.
“I need to feel all of you. I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested. Please.”
Marshall hummed in approval. “I’ve never not used protection. You’re killing me.”
Nudging the tip into her slick core, he ran it against her slit, spreading her release to ease his entry with a sharp inhale.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pressing his tip into her center.
Urging him forward, she pushed herself onto him.
“Take what you need, Marshall. Don’t you dare stop,” she said, her voice lightly muffled by the duvet.
She clutched desperately onto the bedding for dear life, bracing herself for the invasion.
Their sighs mingled as he entered her in a single thrust. Pleasure mixed with pain as he hit the back of her, filling her deeply.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he eased himself back out, then plunged back in again.
His breath hissed between gritted teeth as she pushed up to meet him, taking him even deeper. Colette lifted herself up on her knees to give him better access, but before she could, he pressed her down into the blankets.
“I want it like this,” Marshall said, his voice gravelly and breathless.
He leaned over her body, his chest pressing up against her back.
As he moved inside her, Colette sighed, understanding.
He twined a hand around one of hers, as they moved in sync, each roll of his hips pressing him deeper.
The slow, patient movements wound her up, the pressure building.
Slipping his palm against her stomach, his fingers sought the slippery mess throbbing between her legs, and she bucked against him when they arrived at their destination. Marshall grunted at the push.
His hot breath against her ear lit her skin on fire as he stroked her, each movement of his fingers twisting the coil tighter, each thrust driving her to the edge.
Her pussy throbbed around him, and she moaned into the duvet, losing control as she closed her eyes and gave into the flurry of sensations.
The touch of their bodies was close, intimate, and intense.
Soft flutters began to build around his cock as her body responded to each deep stroke, and her passage tightened as he flicked her hard bud and squeezed it.
Pressure was building deeper, where she had never felt it before.
Each time his cock filled her to the hilt, he rolled his hips, creating a delicious, breathtaking friction.
A cry wrenched from her chest slipped from her lips, unbidden.
Her orgasm exploded from within her core, wringing out each ounce of pleasure from her exhausted body.
Marshall pulled his hand from between them and curved it around her empty one, as he fully covered her.
“Fuck,” Marshall swore softly into her ear, his cock pounding into each wave of her release. “You. Feel. So. Good.”
There was something beautiful about their hands intertwined as they melted into each other.
Colette strained to catch her breath and still her rapidly beating heart.
She wanted to remember this intimacy, the sensation of his body fully pressed against every inch of hers, the closeness she had never felt with anyone else.
He growled as he hit his own peak, driving into her as he erupted.
Their breaths synced as they raced to catch it, heat and sweat covering their bodies. With a groan, Marshall rolled off her.
“Sorry, I don’t want to suffocate you,” he said, pulling her into the curve of his body. With a sigh, she turned in his arms, pressing a slow kiss on his lips.
“I would die a happy woman,” she said with a breathy laugh.
“Come here,” Marshall said, closing the distance between them.
“You can’t die; I would miss you too much.
” He captured her mouth with his. Caressing her cheek in his palm, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers.
Familiar pangs came to life in her center, a banked fire brought back to life.
When they came apart, Marshall’s eyes searched her face. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Colette tucked her face into his neck and hugged him. She never wanted him to be alone with his grief, though she suspected that was what he would prefer.
With a heavy sigh, he leaned into her, nuzzling her hair and inhaling deeply.
Marshall was struggling; something was eating at him, she could feel it.
“Do you need to tell me something, Marshall?” she asked, flicking her gaze up to meet his darkened green one. His eyelids fluttered shut, and a breath shuddered in his chest.
“My grandpa told me that it’s been confirmed. Jack was murdered,” he said, his bottom lip trembling. “This changes everything.”
The beat of her heart picked up its pace as silence stretched between them.
“What does that mean?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“It means we’re all in danger. There’s a murderer somewhere among us, and I have no clue who it could be.” His hand gently stroked her hair as he spoke. “I’m scared for you. For all of us.”
Burying her head in his chest, she tucked herself into him, searching for a familiar sense of safety, but there was none. If someone had murdered Jack, then Marshall’s life was at risk. The same person who had come for Jack might come for all of them.
“What can I do?” she asked, tipping her head up to look into his eyes, shadowed by anguish.
His shoulders lifted as he released a heavy breath.
“It’s okay, Marshall, just tell me what you need,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “I’ll do anything.” A wave of unease flooded her body, and she shivered.
Marshall leaned in to kiss her forehead and a soft smile lifted her frown.
The silence stretched between them painfully as she waited for him to speak.
“I need you to leave,” he spoke quietly.