9
Marion
I was keeping something from Denzel.
We drove for over an hour before we finally arrived at a motel. Denzel took care of paying for the rooms; when everything was ready, we moved to the second floor of the building with our luggage and boxes. It was a few hours to midnight, and we had to get to bed before 12 if we wanted to wake up early for the rest of the journey. According to him, we would stay at the pack’s penthouse since our destination was in the city. Well, that’s what I told him.
I put down the box on the floor after we walked into the room. The apartment wasn’t modest, but it had everything we needed for the night. A comfortable bed, a shower and restroom, and a couch. There wasn’t a perfect lighting, but we had to make do with everything we had. “Hey,” Denzel said as he put our bags close to the bed. “I have to call Frey and tell her about our departure.”
“I’ll get the shower ready.” I told him.
“Okay.” He murmured and moved out to the balcony.
I smiled as I pulled off my jacket and tossed it on the bed. I walked into the bathroom and ensured everything we needed for a bath was working perfectly. The shower had the warmest water—the first good thing about this place. I sauntered back into the room and met Denzel. He had returned from the call, and it looked like he had something to say.
“No more motels after tonight. The penthouse has everything we need.”
“Okay. You should probably take a bath now. I’ll go after you.” I murmured. He chuckled, maintaining eye contact as he pulled off his jacket. He reached out to my hands and spun me to himself. I gasped for breath as my back collided with his chest. He buried his face exactly where he had marked me and inhaled my scent, letting out a predatory grunt. He ran his tongue over the mark, igniting a deep sense of desire within me. Sparks and electric coursed through my entire body. I squealed in ecstasy, pressing my body against him as I felt his erection.
“It’s me and you, my little darkness.” He smiled at me and unbuttoned my shirt. I bit my lower lip, snaking my hands around his neck and keeping him close to my body.
“You and I,” I breathed as he tugged off my belt. My trousers slipped to the ground, and I stepped out of them. I turned on my heels and wrapped my hands around his neck. He leaned closer, his breath hot on my skin, his hands rummaging through my body, so soft, so delicate. He kissed me, slowly, gently. I deepened the kiss, parting my tongue and letting him taste the sweetness in my mouth. He lifted me off the floor, holding me in place with his enormous arms. I broke off from the kiss and moved strands of his hair behind his ears. “Are we still going to have that bath?”
“Yes, we will.” He nodded at my words. “But first, I want to eat you.” His eyes darkened with a smirk on his lips.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, putting my hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat and breathing. I couldn’t believe that everything I ever wanted was right in front of me. A man who would protect me, love me, and cherish me for the rest of my life. I hadn’t said it out loud, but I loved him and would love to spend the rest of my life with him. “I love you, Denzel,” was all I could muster after I had failed to keep that fluttering that sailed from my stomach to my chest. “You and I.” I smiled and chuckled.
“Me and you.” He chortled.
He lay me on the bed and watched me with delight in his eyes as he undressed himself. He tossed his tie and shirt on the bed. Every inch of him was perfect, and it made me wonder how anyone could resist the man standing in front of me. Again, I was glad that I had him all to myself. He was mine, mine to love, hold, and enjoy. I smiled as he closed in on me; his eyes hovering over me as he nudged my legs open with his hands. He leaned in slowly, reading the excitement in my eyes as he kissed me. I savored every moment—how his lips connected with mine, his tongue parting ways into my mouth, his bulge straining against my hip as he ground his large body against mine. “Fuck,” I whispered, letting the pleasure overwhelm me. “Are you sure this bed is strong enough to hold the both of us?” I inquired in between the kiss as I heard the bedframe squeal against his movement.
“We’ll have to be careful, then.” He murmured. I exchanged our position, leaving him in anticipation of the ways I could ruin his body. He held me as I straddled against his length, eager to feel every inch of his cock inside me. I wanted this man and what made it even more exciting was that he wanted me as well, more than anyone ever did.
I traced my tongue over all the scars on his chest, moving down to the versus line. I touched his cock, gently, and he gasped for breath as he matched his gaze with mine. My hands wrapped around the base of his dick, stroking softly. The look on his face was breathtaking. I moved down to his groin, tightening my grip around the base of his cock and swiping over the pre-cum at the tip. I was eager to taste him, and I teased him with my tongue, swirling over his gland and keeping my hands against his chest to hold him down against the pillow. Taking him into my mouth, I swallowed him hole, pulling back and taking him into my warm mouth again. My lips tightened around the base of his cock as I bobbed my head, his foreskin slamming against the back of my throat. Fuck, this was so beautiful. “Hmm,” he growled, feeling the deep sensation of engulfing him in me. I pulled away, leaving traces of saliva on his length, and stroked his cock, watching his eyes widen in pure thrill. “Goddess, you perfect little thing.” He groaned. I took him back into me, bobbing my head and letting him writhe in the raw sparks of delight he felt. He met my bobbing motion thrust for thrust, his eyes lighting up in delight as I gagged on his dick.
“Lie on your back,” he commanded, and I pulled away, doing as he asked. He raised my legs, and he leaned closer to my throbbing hole, inhaling all of my scent. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.” He sucked on his thumb, lubricating it and pressing it against my entrance. I gasped for breath as my crack opened up into the invitation. “Fuck.” I mustered with a squeal.
“Are you going to take my cock like the little slut you are?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Who’s your daddy?” He growled as he spanked my ass.
“You are.” I bit my lower lip as the words escaped my lips.
“Oh, the ways I could worship your body and ruin you,” he said gruffly. He slipped two of his finger into me and hit my prostate, earning another moan from me. He pulled me closer to himself, taking my hands and binding them. “Are you okay with this?” He tightened the knot.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Good boys get rewarded, you know that, right?” He caressed my lips and smirked at me.
“Yes, I do.”
“Good.” He growled as he raised my legs and lubricated my crack, stretching my hole some more, getting me ready for penetration. When I was ready, he positioned his veiny cock at my entrance, poking my center. The expression on my face was a perfect example of the fact that I wanted more, more of him, every inch of his huge cock inside me. He slowly pushed through the rings of muscles, and I bit my lips as the pain I felt soon turned into unadulterated pleasure.
He leaned in, his hands clasping around my thighs as he took my mouth into a frantic kiss. He pumped his length into me, letting me feel every part of him. His hands rummaged through my smooth thighs, holding me in place as he penetrated into my hole. Fuck, this was heaven. He quickened his pace, pulling out his cock and pushing it back inside. “You like that, little darkness?”
“Yes, I do. I love it.” My tied hands found their way to his shoulder, and my fingers held him in support as he slammed into me, the sounds of our bodies clapping and the cry of my exhilarated moan as a sign that I wanted more. “Yes, fuck.” I grunted as his length deepened into me. He hit the right spot, sending me into a rollercoaster of delectation. Each thrust brought nothing but a pleasurable flutter to my chest, and I opened myself to him, leaving my body at his mercy so he could do as he pleased.
He pumped into me, taking my cock in his hands and stroking my length as he fucked me. He leaned closer to my ears and his thick, growly voice poured into my hearing, “Can you feel me, my little darkness?”
“Yes. I feel every part of you.” I said, holding his gaze. His eyes gained their golden color as a groan spurted from his throat. He increased his pace as the growls of sexual pleasure continued to escape his vocal cords. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“Yes. I want you to come for me.” I said to him as he fucked me and stroked my cock. He pounded into me, harder and faster, and I lost my breath, trying to keep up. When he finally slowed down, he pulled out and his semen squished on my ass crack. I stroked my cock until my orgasm splashed across my chest, and I steadied my breathing as he lay next to me. He untied my hands and nudged me closer to himself with a smirk.
“Do you think we should still have that bath?”
“No, I don’t want to get your scent off my body.” I grumbled.
“As you wish.” He laid a kiss on my forehead and held me close.
“It’s probably late, and we should go to bed.” I said to him.
“Hmm.” He answered.
I didn’t even know when I fell asleep. But I had the reassurance I was with him, in the arms of my mate, and I felt a kind of peace I had never experienced my entire life. I thanked the goddess for sending this man my way. But there was this feeling other than my love for him. A feeling that intensified since the moment he said he loved me. Guilt. There were things I wasn’t telling him, and I was afraid it would only ruin what we shared together.
Goddess, what was I going to do?