Till the Break of Dawn (13 page)

“I do when I’m with you.”

He laughed as he leaned in closer and took my entire ear into his mouth. I writhed beneath him, grinding my pussy against his thigh and wishing he’d taken off my panties too. His fangs grazed my earlobe and I screamed so loud it startled me.

“Well,” he said, pulling back with a smile. “I’ve never gotten quite that reaction before.”

His long dark hair fell over my face as he moved and I almost cried when I realized how much I had missed something as simple as his hair in my face. His hair continued to tickle and slide over my body as his kisses trailed lower and lower. I was arching off the bed by the time he hooked his fingers beneath the top of my panties and slowly pulled them from my body. As he did this, Marcus slid to the floor as well, positioning himself once more at my feet which hung over the side of the bed.

He put his hands together, almost like he was about to pray and slid them between my knees. I had no objection as he spread my legs wide. He hooked his hands behind my knees and slid me closer to the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding with anticipation. But instead of going for my already aching pussy, he placed his lips against the inside of my knee.

He licked and sucked at the skin just as he’d done my nipple and I quivered, begging him almost incoherently to move higher.

“Please, Marc, please.”

I knew he was smiling, even if I hadn’t looked down to watch him move slowly, agonizingly up to my inner thigh. I could feel him smiling as he pressed his lips against my fevered skin once more.

“Is this where you want me?” he teased.

“You bastard.”

He laughed softly. “I’m not going to move until you tell me where you want me.”

Chapter Fourteen

His fangs grazed my inner thigh as he took the skin into his mouth and sucked.

“Higher.”

He moved just an inch or so above where he’d been before and I groaned.

“Tell me where you want me,” he whispered.

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

Instantly his mouth was right where I wanted it. The erotic image of his dark head between my thighs might be forever burned into my mind. I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, using the leverage to grind against his face. His tongue plunged between my lips causing a tremor of pleasure to run through my body. But when he moved to my clit I almost came off the bed I shook so hard. He pulled the soft flesh into his mouth, sucking at my clit, moaning as he shook his head back and forth, tugging the skin and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

His broad shoulders were the only thing that kept my legs from clamping shut as I trembled.

“Right there, Marc. That’s it.”

He slid one long finger inside of me, moaning once more as he tugged my clit into his mouth. That was enough. My back arched off the bed as I came. The vibration of his growl echoed through my body as he held me tight. When I arched from the bed his hands moved to my ass, lifting me and holding my pussy against his mouth, a prisoner as it were to his amazing tongue. My muscles contracted so hard, I don’t know how he kept my legs apart. I felt the pleasure ripple through my abs, rolling my body like a wave as I ground my pussy even harder into his face.

When he finally released me I collapsed to the bed, covered in sweat and aching with anticipation for his next touch.

Marcus was the sexiest thing I could imagine. His long hair fell in silken waves around his face and shoulders. His eyes shown like pale emeralds and his smile could have charmed the devil himself. His robe was open wider, revealing his chest. I wanted so much to pull the tie holding it closed, knowing that he was naked underneath. Just the thought of seeing him naked was getting me hotter than actually being naked with anyone else ever had.

His disheveled appearance was both endearing and extremely arousing. I knew that his smile was brought on by thoughts of doing wicked things to me and that his hair was tousled from having his head between my legs. I can’t begin to explain how sexy that was. It was like seeing my mark on him; my touch was there just as plainly as if I’d left handprints.

“Roll over.” His voice was like another set of hands against my skin, urging me to do as he’d asked. This was the first time Marcus had ever used so much of his powers on me and I prayed it wouldn’t be the last. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I could refuse his sensual command if I chose. But there was no way in hell. I wanted everything he had to offer, however he chose to give it to me. I flipped over, crawling farther up onto the bed until only my feet hung off. Being so tall I knew Marcus couldn’t fit completely onto the bed this way, but I didn’t think he wanted to.

When he pressed his body flat against the back of mine I practically squealed. He turned my head to the side, taking my other ear into his mouth. After a few seconds I realized I was crying. It was involuntary. What he was doing to me just felt so damn good. When I arched this time I pushed my ass right into his rock hard erection. The only thing keeping us from touching completely was the soft fabric of his robe and the more I moved, the more that fabric stretched tight over his swollen flesh.

He raised my arms up, running his hands down my sides as he moved over my back, nipping and licking his way lower. Marcus took my ass in his hands, squeezing and spreading me open. I started to move my legs and he commanded softly, “No. Keep them closed.”

He ran his tongue over my pussy from behind, slipping his tongue between my legs and making me scream again. I arched back as much as I could so that he could reach me better. Then he moved lower, until finally stopping at the back of my knee. He ran his tongue over my sensitive skin, making me jump at his touch. I could feel his fangs grazing my skin again and couldn’t seem to stop myself from twitching. It felt good, but I couldn’t hold still. I writhed like something wild, wanting, hungering for more.

When he finally stopped, I felt Marcus shift his weight, rising partially from the bed. I could hear the sash on his robe coming undone and I nearly came undone with it. He pressed against my back again, hot, ready, and completely naked. The sexiest thing about his skin being so warm was the knowledge that it was my blood that warmed him. That turned me on a lot more than I’d expected. A part of me was inside of him and making him warm for my hands to touch.

“Do you want me like this?” he whispered, flicking his tongue over my ear again.

“Yes.” When I spoke it was more of a request than an answer. My tone pleaded with him to finish what he’d started.

He ran his cock between my still closed legs, rubbing up and down over my soaking wet pussy.

“Holy shit, I’d forgotten how big you are.”

I could feel his smile against my ear. “Are you talking about my dick, or am I crushing you?”

“You are kind of heavy, but I was talking about your dick.”

He rubbed back and forth between my thighs again. His cock was so long that it could touch the bed through my legs with little effort. I felt like I should spread my thighs just to allow him room.

“Please,” I whispered, clenching my fists in the sheets.

“You’re so wet. Do you think I can squeeze in with your legs closed like this? Do you want me to?”

The thought of being pinned beneath him with my arms above my head and my legs clamped together was surprisingly arousing. But that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to dominate me sexually, to hold me down with the force of his big body and fuck me through the mattress.

“Yes, fuck me like this.”

I could feel his fangs against the back of my neck, biting just hard enough to pinch, but not penetrate my skin. I shivered as he bit harder, entering my body at the same time. My pussy stretched so far I thought he might split me wide open.

I growled, arching as much as I could against him, driving his throbbing cock deeper inside of me.

“Easy,” he said softly. “You might hurt yourself.”

“I want you to hurt me. Hold me down and fuck me hard.” When he hesitated I begged, “Please, Marc, I need it to hurt a little.”

“Do you want me to bite you again?” The deep baritone of his voice so close to my ear almost made me come again. Why was he not moving? He was poised just where he’d started, spreading my pussy wide with his big cock and I ached for more.

“Yes, bite me.”

He kissed the side of my throat, letting me feel his fangs a second before they pierced my skin. The instant his fangs penetrated my neck, he slid deeper inside my pussy. I came as he entered me. He pressed slowly forward, despite my strong muscle contractions, groaning against my throat as he drank.

Every pull of his lips against my skin seemed to intensify my orgasm. My pussy clenched so tight around him I was surprised that he could move at all, let alone pick up the pace. The first time we were together was amazing, but it couldn’t compare to this. Marcus was a big guy and very aware of his size. I could feel his hesitation to go faster, even as my pussy convulsed around him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“I trust you.”

Something in my words seemed to unleash something within him. His voice was soft against my ear, whispering so many sexy things. Telling me what I felt like inside.

When he put his knee between my thighs and finally spread them wide, I came again. I was surprised the windows didn’t shatter with my screams. Marcus put his arms around me, pulling me back against him as he rose to his knees. He positioned himself back on his heels. My back was pressed against his chest, my legs spread wide as I straddled his thighs. One arm cradled my breasts while his other hand slid between my legs. The moment he touched my clit I jumped.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “I know it’s difficult, but try to hold still. Just enjoy it.”

I tilted my head back to look at him and gasped. The look on his face as he touched me was incredible. So many emotions passed over his features: pleasure, tenderness, and barely restrained hunger.

He bent to kiss me and I moaned into his mouth. He moved at a slow, maddening pace as he continued to stroke my clit. My thighs were slick with my arousal, making it difficult to keep from moving so as not to slide too much. I was trying to hold still as he’d asked, to just take it all in and let him pleasure me, but I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I pulled back from his kiss, brushing my face against his goatee like a cat. I placed my hands behind me on either side of his waist, using his hips for leverage. At first I moved tentatively, just a slow forward thrust of my hips. But Marcus’ sharp intake of breath sent me over the edge. I ground my ass back against him, enjoying the varied depth of his shaft as I moved. He took my cue and rubbed my clit faster. I rode him till my thighs shook with the effort and still I had no intention of stopping. But then Marcus gave my pussy a little slap and I came so hard I had to stop.

He lifted me again, laying me down beside him. Even after the intensity of what we’d just shared, the emotion in his eyes was hard to take. I opened for him, taking him in my arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Even as wet as I was it took a few minutes to take him fully at this angle. Marcus cradled my face in his hands as he kissed me. He didn’t just kiss my lips. He kissed my face, my eyelids, my throat. As he pressed his lips to my forehead the raw emotion was overpowering.

“Have I hurt you?”

I didn’t realize I’d been crying until he said something. The look on his face said just how upset he was at the thought of his lovemaking being the cause of my tears.

“No.” I took his face in my hands, pulling him back down. “Please, don’t stop.”

Whatever battle I had been fighting I knew then that I’d surrendered the moment I saw his face again. Marcus thrust into me once more, slow and hard. He kissed me deeply, his muscles tensing as he came. I had never been so “intimate” with anyone in my life.

I lay there for several heartbeats, gasping for breath and shedding what seemed to be involuntary tears. Marcus rolled over and sat beside me. He reached for me and I crawled onto his lap. He held me close, stroking wet strands of hair back from my face.

“What have I done to make you cry?” he asked softly.

“Nothing. It’s nothing you’ve done.” I pressed my face into the hollow of his throat as he bent over me and held on as if my life depended on it. I never wanted to let him go again. “When we were together before, what I felt for you was so strong it scared the hell out of me. Especially since it wouldn’t last forever.” I’m sure he knew I was referring to my own mortality. He looked like he was about to say something, but I stopped him with my next words. “I feel like I’ve wasted the last seven years of our lives.”

Marcus took my face in his hands. “Make it up to me.”

I wasn’t sure I could, but I was damn sure going to try. Before I got the chance, someone knocked at the door.

“Everything all right in there folks?”

Marcus and I both froze.

“Cops,” he said.

“Are you sure?”

He gave me a skeptical look. “Have you ever been at a party that got raided before?”

I laughed. “No.”

“Well, I have.” He pointed to the door. “And they sound just like that.”

“Everybody okay in there?”

We scrambled from the bed, trying desperately to find something to put on. Where the hell were my clothes? Another knock at the door and Marcus finally responded, “Coming.”

I fought the urge to laugh at his choice of words while I looked for something to cover up with. I did not want police to see me wrapped in a bed sheet. The black dress shirt he’d worn to the funeral was thrown over a chair in the corner. If it fit Marcus then the shirt should reach almost to my knees. I snatched it on and started fumbling with the buttons. Marcus grabbed his robe and turned toward the door.

“Marc?”

He looked back at me and I couldn’t help laughing. The look on his face said he clearly didn’t understand what I thought was so funny.

“Are you going to the door with your dick hanging out?”

“Oh.” He flashed me one of his wicked, side-of-the-mouth grins as he closed his robe and finally opened the door.