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He relaxes me.
“Want.” I feel my lips curling up. “That’s what I wanted.”
My elusive need. What I thought would be fun playtime but also what would bathe me in warmth. Until he decides it’s time to tell me about Rylan—although I’m pretty sure I know by now—I don’t crave the truth. I crave him. Only him.
The pacifying feeling of being full of him without roughness or coercion.
A sense of peace.
My mind couldn’t tell me what I needed. Marcus did. A slippery tear of gratitude streaks down my cheek.
And there he is, my hero dragging me to him by my neck, licking the salty trail from my cheek. Kissing me.
“There’s no one else who’d know you as well as I do.” His hand covers mine where I hold his cock. His fingers move mine lower, placing my fingertips on his boxers’ waistline. “No one would love and take care of you like I do.”
Our foreheads press together. My lips tingle with each of his breaths.
“My beautiful doll.” He releases my hand, and now both of his grab both sides of my face possessively. “You can have what you want. Take my cock out. Touch me however you need. Wrap your lips around me. I’m. All. Yours.”
Our eyes are locked as I lower his boxers down his cock. My knuckles caress his thickness on the way down. His veins pulse for me.
My breaths are laden, but I’m not panicking. It’s the lust that curls around my lungs. The sweet desire that makes struggling for breath so fucking worth it.
“Use me,” he commands.
For a beat, I’m not sure what that means.
Where I’m hesitating, Marcus doesn’t. He eviscerates the inch of space that separates us, crushing his mouth to mine. Swallowing my breath. Owning me with every swipe of his tongue on mine.
We kiss like we’re famished. Our fingers dig and search over skin and flesh and beating hearts.
“No.” He stops when I whimper into his mouth and grind on his legs, desperate for friction. “You’ll come later. You’ll come so many times, you won’t remember your fucking name.”
The things he says and his devious glare have me rocking my hips again. I pout in resentment, frowning at him. “Now.”
“Brats get punishments, Leighton.”
“Now.”
“You asked for it.” His hands are firm and demanding when they find my hips. “This orgasm you’re after? I’m giving you a trigger word for it now.”
My insides swoop. Heat pummels through me. Excitement lights my nerve endings one by one.
Marcus’s eyes drill into mine. “Whenever I say the word, cloud, you’ll come. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” This doesn’t sound like a punishment. I stroke his cock. Desperate, eager, needy for him. For all the orgasms he can give me. “Please.”
“Leighton,” he hisses. “I’ll start counting backward. Then you’ll be fully awake for what I’m about to do to you. Five… Four…”
Marcus doesn’t add flowery descriptions between the numbers. Regardless, I sense his pull, how he’s dragging me out from under.
“Three… Two…One…” A vicious glint sparks on his face. “Zero.”
I inhale sharply.
Marcus doesn’t wait for me to be done with that breath. “Cloud.”
A violent orgasm slashes through me. I cling onto his firm body as mine quivers and rocks from the swift, surprising pleasure.
