Page 18 of Mark & Don't Tell

He bites next to the spot he’s already claimed, marking me in the only way that’s allowed right now, and my heart stops beating. Everything fades away—the dark room, the obstacle pressing against my hips, the music from the club—disappearing until the only things left are the two of us.

Desperate to come.

Needy and aching.

My body thrums, pleasure riding me hard. There’s no gentle buildup. No coaxing. Everything Vic is doing to me launches me over the edge, ensuring I have no choice but to plummet into nirvana. As my mouth drops open on a cry, his still wet fingers slide down to my throat, wrapping around it and the collar he placed there as he roars, the hot threads of his cum hitting my G-spot.

“Yessssss,” tumbles from my lips, and I drop the clit teaser, arching my hips to take every drop he has to offer deep inside of me.

“Fuuuck,” he groans against my throat, thrusting a little more, edging deeper as he pants behind me, his lips brushing over my skin. One of his arms is banded around my torso, holding me up because my muscles are liquified, and breathing is the only thing I can manage. His cock jerks, and as another tiny spurt of cum sprays inside of me, I gasp at the warm heat soaking my walls.

The toy vibrates on the mat at our feet, but he doesn’t chastise me for stopping before he told me to. Thank fuck for that because I don’t think I could handle any more.

“This is where I want to stay,” he whispers against my neck. “With you wrapped around me.”

“Mmm,” I say, momentarily incapable of speaking.

His chest and abs are pressed against my back, and he feels so good. So strong...and safe. Which is crazy—I don’t even know him—but the way he holds me, it’s like he’s offering me a haven. That hopeless romantic I’ve spent the last year trying to bury rears her head.

It’s only for the night.

It doesn’t matter that this was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had or that he did things I never realized I wanted—we’re not here for love.

“Should we...” What? What do I want to say? Should we shake hands and part ways? Should we clean up? Should we finish?

He reaches for the clamps and removes them.

“Oh,” I whisper as my nipples tingle with relief.

“You can’t go yet,” he tells me.

“Says who?”

A little growl of displeasure fills the space between us, and I shiver, biting back a smile. “I’ll take it easy on you because it’s your first time, little doe, but you’re not getting rid of me until we finish our aftercare.” One of his big hands smooths over my ass. “The plug will stay until we get somewhere we can clean up.” He swats my cheek and I jerk forward.

Instead of letting his cock slide out with the movement, Vic follows me, hips thrusting hard into me again and shocking another moan from me seconds before his fingers slip between my body and the obstacle. Sliding over my clit, Vic caresses the spot.

“I can’t,” I lie. I can. It’s almost too much, but for him, I’ll take it.

And the devil behind me knows it because he simply chuckles and works harder, thrusting again as he slaps my pussy before deftly finding the bundle of nerves and sending me over the edge again. My fingers bite into the hard, foamy material of the obstacle as a full-body tremble takes over, and I scream.

His hips slam into me again and my cunt pulses in response. Then his fingers slide away. Holding himself deep inside of me, he sucks the digits clean with a pleased hum.

“That’s for dropping the clit teaser,” he whispers into my ear.

As if on cue, the toy rattles against my foot, reminding me that I did, in fact, break one of his rules.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s all right, little doe, you’ll learn to listen.” When he slides out of me, it’s like a critical piece of me is ripped from my body.

I mourn the loss of him harder than I should, given that we’ve only been together once. For some reason, tears prick at the edges of my eyes, and I suck in a shaky breath, trembling for another reason entirely. Almost like I’m crashing from a crazy high.

Spinning me around, Vic wraps his arms around me and tucks my head against his chest, stroking one hand up and down my spine.

“What’s happening?” I ask, voice trembling.

“This is why you shouldn’t leave right after,” he murmurs. “Both of us might crash, and it’s important we take the time to take care of each other.”

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