Page 243 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

Marcus never pushes me to talk to him. He seems a little lost in his own thoughts, honestly. When we return to town, I look up and see we’re at the Diner.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“The kids are with Vic and Daniel tonight, right?” he asks, looking through the window.

“For the night. Vic said she needed help with the dog.” I roll my eyes but see Marcus smiling at that.

“I know you just had a bomb dropped in your lap, Del, but I thought you might like to spend some time with me tonight? Let me cook for you and eat dinner with me at my place? It’s right behind the Diner.”

I’m nodding my head before I answer. “Yes.” I don’t want to be alone. And the way his face lights up with my answer makes me feel good. “What’s for dinner?”

He laughs, turning off the truck, and doesn’t answer until I’m standing outside his door. “Steak and potato?”

“Sounds divine.”

“You’re divine,” he responds, pulling me inside and closing the door. He holds my hand, walking into the living area before he turns to me and places his hands on my shoulders. “What do you need, Del?”

What do I need? “A hug?”

Without hesitation, he steps up to me and wraps his arms around me, holding tight. And that’s when I lose it. I cry for the life I lived, the threat to my boys, the feelings of helplessness I fight every day. Marcus holds me through it all, rubbing soothing circles on my back and whispering that everything’s going to be okay. When I’m wrung of all my emotions, I settle into his warmth and the comfort of his arms around me. He pulls back, wiping under my eyes with his thumbs. I look at him, this man who calls me beautiful. Who says he wants me. That he cares about my boys.

“Marcus,” I rasp, “I need you to kiss me now.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

MARCUS

“Are you sure?” I ask Delia.

“Yes,” she replies. “I’m sure.”

I cup her face, pulling her into me, and kiss her, just like she asked. Softly at first, but quickly, she intensifies the kiss, pressing her body into mine and grabbing the hair on the back of my head, like she’s trying to become one with me. She likes this position. I can do her one better.

I reach down and grab the back of her thighs, never breaking the kiss, and pull her up, wrapping her legs around me. Both of us groan when her center rubs against my already achingly hard cock.

As I kiss along her jaw and the column of her neck, she pants, “I want more, Marcus. Please.”

I lift my head, looking into her eyes, trying to read her. Her pupils blown, face flushed, and all I see is pure carnal need. “Del, baby, you never have to beg me for anything. I need you to know that you’re in control here. What you want to do, I’m more than happy to go along with, alright?”

“Marcus, I want to feel you inside of me.” She pauses to take a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me. I want to see stars.”

What the woman wants, the woman gets. “Yes, ma’am.” I smile, carrying her to my bedroom and putting her down beside the bed. I slowly remove her clothes, kissing each inch of skin I expose. Only stopping to worship each breast and placing a kiss on her mound.

Beautiful.

I remove my own clothes and let her look all she wants. I pull her onto the bed with me, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply. When I start to kiss down her body again, she stops me. “No. I don’t want any foreplay. I want you inside of me.”

“Are you ready for me?” I ask, trailing my fingers through her pussy, finding her drenched. She gives me with a ‘what do you think?’ look and I chuckle. “Fair enough.”

I reach over into the bedside table and pull out a condom, sheathing myself with it before cradling myself between her thighs. She grabs my cock, placing it at her entrance, and lifts her hips in invitation. Sliding inside her feels like coming home.

She’s mine.

I’m completely hers.

When I’m in to the hilt, I pause, feeling her inside walls ripple around me. She’s so tight and wet and perfect, I’m afraid this is going to end too soon.

“You have to move, Marcus. I need you to move. Let me feel you.”

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