Addict (Hunter #2)(18)

“Voglio fare l’amore con te.” His hands found my hips and he pulled me against that magnificent erection. My hips rolled against it of their own accord.

I want to make love with you, he’d said. I smiled as I kissed him and gave him my own wording. “Ti voglio scopare.”

Marcus growled, and suddenly I was straddling his hips as he carried me toward the couch. His hands cupped my ass as he pressed my core against his. His big cock pushed against me, and my clitoris was ready for action. “I want to f*ck, too. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

My back hit the soft velvet of the couch. Marcus had it shipped from our home in Venice. He seemed to think it was the perfect size to throw down on. We’d screwed numerous times on that bad boy. He tossed me on the couch and efficiently pulled my jeans off, dragging the silky panties with it. He stood over me, still fully dressed as he looked down on my naked body. I knew what he would want, but he liked to ask for it.

“Touch yourself, my mistress,” he commanded, his eyes dark.

This was where I’d needed to be all day. I let go of all my worries and concentrated on pleasure. All that mattered was being with Marcus. Nothing else could invade my brain at this point. I let my hand wander down my belly to my plump and already ripe *. I spread my legs so he got a good view, letting my feet go wide. There was no room for self-consciousness between us. His need rolled off him and into me, making my blood pulse through my system in a rhythmic fashion. He wanted me more than he wanted his next breath and I responded. Arousal flooded my system.

Marcus liked to watch. He liked to know I would play just for him. My clitoris was already throbbing when I stroked my finger over it. Pure pleasure rushed through me. Something about that wave from Marcus made foreplay unnecessary. I could feel how much he wanted me, and my system replied with pulsing arousal. I was ready for him from the moment he turned his eyes my way, but he liked to play. Marcus never went directly to the point when he could draw out the sex.

“Like this?” I asked, delicately rubbing until I was breathless.

“Yes. Make yourself creamy and ripe for me.”

Not a problem. I was already there, but I made a big show for him. My finger slid over my clit and down my labia. It wasn’t like I needed more arousal. It poured out of me, and I couldn’t help pushing a finger into my *. It wasn’t anywhere close to what I needed. I needed his thick cock pressing in, but I would take it for now.

I f*cked myself with my finger, adding another when it wasn’t quite enough. I knew how good it felt to have Marcus’s thick cock delving deep and I pulled on the memories. I remembered that first night when he’d loomed over me, his big dick piercing me. He’d thrust in and out, in and out. His hips had hammered and I’d screamed in pure pleasure.

I thought about that night as I f*cked myself with those fingers. That first night had already saved me once today. I’d gone to that place in my mind when Donovan had tested me. I went there again because it had been one of the best moments of my life. I let it run along my mind, pulling me into my perfect memories.

That night, I’d spread my legs and welcomed him in. He’d moved inside me and for a moment I’d forgotten about Grayson Sloane. I’d lost myself and it had felt so good.

“Let me taste.” His commands had grown guttural. He was on the edge now. It wouldn’t take long before I had him.

I held my hand out. He drew the saturated fingers into his mouth. He sucked off the evidence of my arousal, his tongue circling the fingers and making me sigh.

Marcus groaned and his hands worked the belt at his waist. He shoved his slacks down and was on me without bothering to take off the rest of his clothes. He spread my legs. His big dick unerringly found my slit and pushed in to the hilt.

“You feel right, cara mia,” he whispered. His satisfaction slid across my skin.

He was so hard I had to shift to adjust to his size. It was odd but the pain did nothing to deter me. I liked a bite of pain. His cock was too big, but he shoved in anyway and I adjusted to accept my lover. He felt so good as he started to thrust into me. I heard a deep groan come from the back of my throat. He thrust in and pulled out savagely, as though the day we’d spent apart had been too much and he needed to mark me again.

I wound my legs around his lean waist and pushed back against him. He angled up, finding that place deep inside me that made me want to howl. The she-wolf who lived within me needed this. Somehow, I could feel her moving inside me, animating me. She lived for violence and sex. I could get a two-shot with Marcus—a mighty orgasm and enough of an edge to satisfy my wolf. I let my head fall back so he could see the long line of my throat. I knew he could hear the pulse of my heart and the throb of blood pumping through my system. He held my head still, forcing me to look into his eyes. Heat flashed through me as his eyes darkened, going to a pure black and crowding out the white as he let me see the vampire living deep in his soul. He ground himself against me as his eyes pulled me in.

This was the best place in the world. I surrendered to his magic and let it take me along. There was no danger here, no harsh realities. There was no betrayal in this place. In this world, I was his, and he was mine. We were all we could ever need. I felt the great force of Marcus’s will and clutched his silky hair as he struck. I sobbed as he pulled on the vein in my neck and I came forcefully.

Marcus was still feeding when his orgasm hit. His body tensed, but he kept his fangs securely in my neck as he pumped into me. His pelvis thrust and thrust until he had nothing left. Finally, he drew one last time on my vein. I shuddered as he released his hold then fell on top of me. He didn’t try to keep his weight off me. He knew I found comfort in it. I loved to be surrounded by him. Everywhere our skin touched I felt a sense of connection. It had been a long day without his skin next to mine. My arms wound around him, and I hated his shirt in that moment. It kept me from him.