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Lana’s head swam with lust as his teeth grazed her skin and the sweet sting from his bristles scratched and teased.
She should fight against the mania rather than enjoy the chaotic flight he took her on. Her skin was on fire.
All the muscles that were once tense with nerves turned to liquid and her heart ran wild with a rebellious beat.
A low hum from the back of his throat buzzed straight to her core, pulling her in so deeply. What she was feeling for him was a fierce compulsion.
Unquestionable erotic anarchy.
“Holy shit…” she cried as he manipulated her breasts and pinched a nipple that bit harder.
Shockwaves rippled through her body like a volt of lighting. Stars twinkled behind her eyes.
Her fingers threaded his thick ebony hair, urging him to devour her. The glorious pain he dished out was eased by a warm, wet tongue that glided over her prickled flesh with a delicate pressure.
The feeling was both heaven and hell—right, but so very wrong. Throwing guilt and consciousness to the wind, she gave herself permission to shelter from the storm in his torture.
Savage kisses quickly travelled from her throat to her naval. Powerful hands yanked her shorts to her ankles.
Marcus effortlessly hoisted her onto the counter top, spread her legs and stepped between her thighs. Instantly, she hooked her legs around his hips.
Their breath mingled. His fingers plunged into her messy hair and his gaze fused with hers.
“Fuck, Lana, you’re beautiful. So fucking sexy.”
He lowered before her and set the back of her knees on his shoulders. Long fingers dallied on the insides of her thighs, slowly tracing the sensitive skin with the pads of his fingers.
It was wickedly divine. A helter-skelter of emotions threaded her conscience. Yet in the darkness, he brought a torch to light the fire inside her.
With his eyes locked on hers, he opened her fleshy folds. His face moved closer and a lethal tongue dragged over her swollen nub.
Her body convulsed as he worshipped her. The greedy moans escaping her throat were completely alien.
As he continued, the life she had with Rory burned to ashes and she fell into the evergreen gaze penetrating her soul.
A daring finger dipped inside her while his insistent tongue drove her to the edge of the highest cliff, ready to push her over the edge without a parachute.
“Come for me, Lana, come over my face.”
The lethal cocktail of such a suggestion mixed with the sexy as sin look on his handsome face made her topple. She sucked in a gust of hot air as she free fell into his abyss.
Her hips shunted upward, grinding into his mouth. Marcus’s husky growl rumbled through her core, tingling over her skin with a violent shudder.
They giveaway snarl of his arousal, turned her on even more.
Lana panted, recovering from the best climax of her life. While she inhaled slowly to calm her racing heartbeat, he stood tall and cupped her cheeks to elevate her chin.
With her neck stretched, he stooped into her and slid his tongue inside her mouth, tracing beneath the seam of her lips with his sinful tongue.
She’d never been kissed like that before. Not even Rory had the ability to build her confidence in such a way that made her feel like she could match his sexual appetite with her own.
Her mind melted with crazy thoughts of running wild and free. And thats exactly what she did, she gave into the madness and dropped to her toes.
The second she landed, he slammed their bodies together. Her daring fingertips skimmed the zipper on his trousers. The contact brought out a throaty groan from Marcus.
Tugging at the zip, she lowered it slowly, teasing him all the while staring into his eyes. Before shunting his jeans past his hips, with his boxers adjoined, she gazed up at him. The green of his irises darkened with black lust. All the butterflies in her chest chased his touch.