Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my chest rising and falling with rapid movements, euphoria filling me like never before. I’ve never experienced Marcus like this. He’s usually the hard and fast type, the chain me to a fucking hook and suspend me while he slams into me type. He likes to see his fingers bruised on my hips in the morning, but this softer side of him is something else entirely, and I won’t ever get enough of it.
My pussy clenches and I reach down, knotting my fingers into his hair and holding on for the ride. It’s incredible, breath-taking, and relentless in all the best ways. He doesn’t dare stop and I cry out, desperate for a sweet, sweet release.
I feel so fucking alive. So relaxed and aware. It’s as though I can feel the power of my blood pulsing through my veins, strengthening me and making me feel like I can do anything. Is this what it’s really like? Ecstasy has such a bad name, surely it couldn’t be this good? Or perhaps this is all Marcus.
Damn. Whatever it is, I’m so down for it.
Marcus flicks his tongue over my clit one more time and it’s all I need to throw me over the edge. My pussy clenches hard around his thick fingers before turning me into a spasming mess. My world detonates and I see stars behind my eyes. “Oh, fuck, Marcus. Yes.”
He doesn’t stop, letting me ride out my high on his fingers as his tongue continues curling against my clit. He sucks a little harder and I cry out, the intensity almost too much for me to handle.
Once I come down from my high, Marcus releases my clit from between his skilled lips and stands, a proud as fuck smirk playing on his lips. “How are you feeling?” he questions, his warm eyes hooded with desire, and sending a wave of need pulsing through me.
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip and I don’t doubt that he sees the hunger in my eyes. “Like I could go all night,” I murmur, my voice low and full of seduction.
His eyes bore into mine and they only get darker as he reaches for his belt buckle and tears it from his pants in one easy flick of his wrist. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
I bite down on my lip, the excitement growing deep inside of me as I watch him shrug out of his shirt, showing off his impressive tattoos. A soft gasp slips from between my lips. I’d forgotten about the girl he has marked across his ribs with the diamond dimple.
I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers along his warm skin, watching the way he sucks in a breath, not used to such a personal touch. I glance up and meet his heated stare. “Who is she?” I question.
He shakes his head. “You don’t want to do this right now.”
“I do,” I insist.
He watches me for a short moment before his hand comes down over mine on his ribs. “That’s Flick,” he tells me. “She was my best friend and meant the world to me. She was in love with Roman, but there’s no denying that she felt something for me and Levi as well. It wasn’t the same though, she belonged to him.”
A pang of jealousy flashes through me and I’m left wondering if he would ever care for me like that. My finger brushes over the small diamond piercing. “She had dimples.”
“Yeah,” he grins, his eyes brightening with the overwhelming fondness that he had for her. “She was fucking gorgeous.”
Marcus comes down over me, curling his arm around my waist and effortlessly scooting me up the bed. My head comes down on the pillow as his eyes linger on mine. “You don’t feel for me what you felt for her.”
He shakes his head, the raw honesty darkening something deep in my soul. “No, I don’t,” he says, momentarily killing me inside. “What I feel for you is something different, something more that I haven’t quite figured out yet.”
His lips come down on mine and I sink into his touch, barely getting a chance to make sense of the admission that just came falling from between his sweet lips. It’s the first time that one of the brothers has kissed me and it has a world of emotion swirling through my chest. My arms raise and curl around his neck as his tongue slips inside my mouth, letting me taste my lingering arousal.
I moan into him as he reaches down around me and takes my thigh before pulling it up over his hip so he can do whatever the fuck he wants down there without hurting me.
His lips drop to my neck and my head tips back, the pure elation filling my veins like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. His touch is magical and his kiss is everything. I find myself holding on just a little bit tighter, terrified that if I were to let go, this feeling of euphoria would slip away with him.