The Lost Souls (The Holy Trinity #2.5)(26)

Too full.

It was too much.

He needed…

He needed something…

Someone…

Scrambling to his feet, Marko grasped hold of the trailer door and yanked it open. The door had barely shut behind him when he began undressing.

Naked, he stood over Carrie, his chest heaving, and his body was hard, rock hard, throbbing with a singleminded need. Yanking the blanket off her body, he climbed over her, shoving up her shirt, baring her breasts, groaning as he watched the soft skin pebble with gooseflesh in his wake.

She stirred, stretching as she moved. “Marko?” she murmured sleepily.

Ignoring her, he took one breast between his teeth and sucked it inside his mouth. His hand slid down her back, inside her sweatpants, and cupped her backside.

“Marko!” she squeaked, her body going rigid.

Releasing her breast, he reared up over her. Straddling her hips, he bent his head and crushed his mouth to hers.

“Mmmph!” she protested, trying to pull away.

Feeling frantic, he moved his hand from her backside to between her legs, where he grazed one finger lightly over her. Gasping against his mouth, she stopped pushing at him, stopped fighting his kisses, and shivered rather violently.

He continued to kiss her and touch her, groping her in earnest now. Whether Carrie actively participated or not, he had to f*ck her.

Right now.

Shit. Right this second.

“Marko!” she cried out, turning away from him, trying to avoid his mouth. “Wait, please…”

Marko grabbed hold of her hair, keeping her still, and forcefully took back her mouth. Gripping her right knee, he wrenched her legs apart and jammed his hips between her thighs, subsequently pinning her perfectly beneath him. Reaching between them, he dipped back inside her pants.

She shoved at him, whimpering as she tried hard to push him away. But she wasn’t going anywhere. He had her head and body pinned in place as he eased his fingers in and out, in and out, working up momentum and rhythm and…

When he couldn’t take one more second, when his dick was throbbing angrily and his head was spinning with need, he took his hand back long enough to quickly shove her pants down and maneuver himself between her legs.

“Marko!” she screamed, shoving at his chest. “Please don’t! I’ve never done this before!”

He could not stop.

He just couldn’t…

He needed this, he needed someone, something…

He needed her.

“Wait!” she cried, trying to wiggle away from him. “Please!”

He could not stop. If he stopped, he would lose his f*cking mind.

“NO!” she yelled, violently wriggling her hips back and forth, making it almost impossible to keep a good grip on her.

He just wanted…

He needed…

He didn’t even know what he wanted or needed.

He just plain wanted and needed.

Tears poured down Carrie’s cheeks. “Please…”

He ignored her in favor of his burning body. The throbbing in his chest worsened, he felt he was near exploding and knew he had to, he absolutely had to be inside of her.

He had to, he had to, he f*cking had to…

“I’m scared, Marko,” she cried out. “Please don’t. Please…ahhh…owww…”

Her body gave way and allowed him several inches inside.

Yes, oh f*cking God, yes.

He needed this.

Marko’s cock pulsed excitedly, desperate to sink full hilt. Digging his fingertips into her skin, he pushed harder. “Da,” he breathed. “Fat?…bun?…”

He pushed again.

Ahhh…a little more than halfway now.

“Please stop, Marko,” she sobbed. “Please…it hurts.”

Lifting his hips ever so slightly, he tensed and readied, then thrust his hips forward, sinking deep inside her. Crying out, Carrie’s hands flew to his shoulders.

She was tight, so damn tight he could feel everything, even her heartbeat.

And wet…Jesus, she was wet, sloppy wet even, and still viselike tight.

Marko took her, f*cked her as hard as he wanted, even harder, and when she cried harder, he f*cked her faster. He closed his eyes and just f*cked her, relishing the tight clamp of her *, how hard, and how large, heavy, and full he felt inside her, the slap of his balls against her, the sweaty slickness of their bodies rubbing against each other, her hiccupping breathy gasps with every thrust of his cock.

And he was almost there. He was so close, and he needed this. He needed it bad.

Gritting his teeth, he slammed into her. Her pained cries and pleading whimpers as she clung to him, her nails digging deep into the skin on his shoulders, only spurred him on toward…something.

He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he knew was he had to get there. He had to get there.

His body stiffened, and he came hard. As he spilled himself inside her, it felt less like coming and more like he was releasing...his goddamn soul.

Magic poured from Marko’s palms, bright white light, until his hands were cocooned inside it. The air in the trailer grew thick with power; they were both breathing it in, and it was sinking inside their skin. Carrie’s blue eyes had turned white, and her pale skin was glossy, glittering with magic.

The aching fullness in his chest began to recede and scents exploded around them: sweet-smelling flowers, ripe pine, and sun-kissed grass—nature in its purest form.