“Come here. I want to bite you.”
It was her wolf’s need, he knew. Marcus gave her a wicked smile. “In a minute.” As he’d expected, her claws slashed his chest. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to communicate that she didn’t like being denied. He growled low in his throat. “Be good.”
With her wolf’s irritation driving her, Roni sprung up and bit into his pectoral. Instead of fighting her, Marcus pounded into her even harder. Satisfied, Roni slid onto her back, once again arching into his thrusts. That was when a hand snapped around her throat, collaring her. Roni snarled, “Let. Go.” But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He bit into the spot behind her ear.
“Say it, Roni.”
The order rung with dominance; it was reflexive to ignore it.
His hand flexed around her throat. “Say it.”
Practically melting as his thumb briefly circled her clit, she relented. “I love you.”
His mouth crushed hers, biting and tasting. “I’m going to come. You’re going to come with me.” He hardened his thrusts as he again circled her clit with his thumb before pressing down hard. A scream seemed to tear from her throat as her pussy contracted around him. Pleasure whipped through him, making him stiffen and slam deep one final time as he emptied himself inside her.
There was an ominous creak, and then the table collapsed beneath them.
“We can’t keep breaking furniture.”
He nuzzled her throat. “It’s worth it every time.”
Yeah, it really was.
Carefully scooping her up, he carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Crawling on top of her, he brushed the hair from her face. “I love you, gorgeous.”
“Hmm.”
“Say it.”
“I already did.”
“So say it again.” But, of course, she didn’t. He nipped her earlobe. “Now.”
“Okay, okay, I love you.” She moaned as his mouth took hers, devastating it, claiming it, reminding her she was his. It was only minutes later of him caressing and sucking on her breasts that she felt something long and thick brush against her thigh. She sighed inwardly. “You can’t be ready to go again.”
“It’s your fault.”
“Give me an hour to rest.”
Straddling her, he fisted his cock. “No. Now.”
Really, he could be such a spoiled little bastard at times. Watching him stroke himself, she cocked her head. “Did you know that if you get caught masturbating in Indonesia, you can be decapitated as punishment?”
“Roni.”
“What? What did I say?”