Page 40 of Marked By Myth

Fuck.

“Rox…”

Her fists stopped and she sat back, her tears stopped for a moment, still shiny in the lighting in the room.

“Why didn’t you do this,” she sobbed, her bottom lip wobbling as she pointed to her stomach, “to me back then?”

I closed the distance between us, pulling her toward me from the back of her neck, until her salty lips were on mine. I tasted her pain and sorrow, replacing it with my tongue, seeking to absolve her of the hurt I’d caused. She moaned into my mouth, crushing her body to mine.

Rox

He tasted of comfort and sin, all wrapped up in one, but I needed him in a way I couldn’t quite comprehend. My stomach still itched from his possessiveness, but I was finding that it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. I knew tattoo pain, but this was different. This was…territorial.

Being Myth’s ol’ lady had been everything back then. I’d coveted being his, because he made me feel safe and wanted. I’d never had that in my life.

Myth’s tongue devoured my mouth, tangling with my own, and sending my body into overdrive. His hands moved up and down my sides, rough fingers moving along my soft skin sent ripples of desire flooding down to my pussy.

“Adrian…”

I could barely think, his mouth was trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, his fingers digging into the flesh of my back. The proximity alone was enough to send me careening toward a release just from how I was grinding over him.

“Please…make me feel good again.”

His kissing stopped, his breath skating over my bare skin, causing goosebumps to light up over my skin.

“You know what you’re asking me.”

“I don’t care. I just need you to make me feel…like her again.”

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “Like who?”

A sob broke through my throat, before I felt his hands squeeze my hips, grounding me back to the moment.

“Like your wife.”

“You are my wife, Rox,” he growled at me. His animalistic tone was enough to send my body skittering into another realm. “Always have been.”

“Make me feel like you used to…make me feel wanted.”

Myth made a move and it sent me falling onto my back on the mattress, his body looming over mine.

“I will always want you, Rox,” he said, his mouth moving over my jaw with soft kisses. His stubble rubbed across my delicate skin in the most intoxicating way. “If he ever shows his face here looking for you, baby, I’m going to fucking rip him apart, limb from fucking limb.”

That shouldn’t have excited me the way it did, and yet, when I felt Myth pull at my skirt and yank my clothes off, I couldn’t help but feel adored, cherished even. The way his eyes roamed over my naked body had me reeling, my hips gyrating over the quilt as he undid his belt, slowly, before undoing his jeans and pulling them and his underwear down in one go. His magnificent cock sprung out, jutting toward me as if he were mapping the fastest route toward my pussy.

He climbed on top of the bed, and I felt a little nervous. The way he was devouring me was all consuming, but at the back of my mind, I was thinking about Beck.

He’d never done anything wrong. He’d put up with my tattoos, with my lack of wealth and with my non-commitment for years and this was how I repaid him?

“Hey, eyes on me,” Myth growled, a sharp sting followed his hand smacking against my pussy lips, right over my clit. I shot my hips off the bed at the sudden impact of his hand slapping my pussy. Fuck, I loved when he did that. I writhed underneath his hands while his mouth moved down my body, licking a path down my sensitive inner thigh until I felt his hot breath over my bare pussy. I looked down at him as his mouth descended onto me, licking up through my folds before his tongue found my clit. He looked up, to make sure I was watching, as he slapped my pussy again and my hips bucked wildly at the sudden arousal rushing through my body, my clit throbbing mercilessly for attention. He moved his mouth back to my pussy, licking all over to soothe the sting of his slaps, before he located my clit and sucked. My hips bucked of their own volition, smashing against his mouth, and earning me a groan that vibrated through my pussy. My hands moved down to his hair, shoving him against me, smothering his nose and mouth in me, as I rode his face toward my orgasm. His tongue was magic, as he hit all the spots I needed. Just when I felt like I was about to lose my mind, I felt two thick digits slide into me.

I cried out, my fingers digging into his scalp, but he didn’t let up. The tips of his fingers hooking to find that spot, and all of a sudden, I wasn’t aware or even close to controlling my body as my orgasm ripped through me. My eyes were filled with tears as the emotions flooded my system.

I should be guilty.

I should hate that I begged him for this.

But I wasn’t crying because of what I’d done. I was crying because it felt so right to be with Myth. Like my body had only ever been at one with his.