Page 51 of Wanted
He drank the gasp from her lips, the air from her lungs. The soul from her body. The power of his thrusts scrubbed her back against the hard brick wall and washed her clean of every awful sensation from the failed scene that still haunted her. He didn’t just banish Anders touch, he banished Ethen’s.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growled into her mouth, bringing every waking nerve in her body joyously to life.
He drove her to come to the hard motions of his body and the demanding hunger of his mouth as he kissed the side of her neck, then bit and sucked hard. As if he wanted to mark her. Make her his. Only his. Just like he’d said.
Because he wanted her.
She cried out, ecstasy erupting. She hadn’t meant to come, but he ripped it out of her. Marcus and his hard sucking mouth, ruthlessly raising that hickey on her neck in a place she hadn’t a prayer of being able to cover.
Throwing back her head, she shouted as her body rebelled in the most excruciatingly pleasurable way.
He tore his mouth from her skin. “You just came without permission.” The dark intensity of his eyes grew even darker with victory. “Good girl. Good girl, Anna!”
The pounding of his hips grew more forceful. His fingers dug into her ass as he redoubled his efforts, fucking her without restraint. She barely caught her breath before she was falling apart all over again.
“Good girl,” he groaned, slamming into her and then stiffening sharply as he came too, grinding to get deeper, as if he couldn’t get deep enough.
His body relaxed, but he didn’t let her go.
She didn’t let go of him either, not until her shaking legs betrayed her and she lost her grip around his waist.
He lowered her gently, keeping his hold on her until her feet touched the floor and her legs grew steady enough to support her.
“Y-your leg,” she panted.
“I’ve got enough left in me,” he growled back. “Talk about my leg again, and I’m going to have you back on that wall.”
That was hardly a deterrent.
“Your leg,” she said again, this time without stuttering. He arched a warning eyebrow, and she almost laughed.
There was a knock on the door just behind him. It cracked before Spencer’s deeply disapproving voice stated, “I don’t even let people I like do that out here. Find a fucking bed or take it somewhere else.” The door swung closed on his not-so-quite mutter, “Now we have to sterilize the damn walls.”
The door clicked shut.
Her legs were still shaking, not quite solid. Her pussy was tingling, aching in the best of ways. The look Marcus gave her then made both the aching and the shaking worse.
“I’m going to take you home, Anna.”
For such a simple statement, all she could hear were the unmistakable layers inherent in the words he left unsaid.
Her pussy throbbed.
“But first—” He tipped his head. “—go back inside and see if the massage table you were just on is still available.”
She swallowed the instant disappointment. He wasn’t going to make her finish that scene with Anders, was he? “Why?”
“Because you’re not leaving here, with that—” He thrust an accusing finger back at the door behind him, and the table where she’d scened, “—being what you remember most about your first night back at Black Light. Claim the table. I’ll be along behind you.”
He swatted the side of her ass to get her moving, then turned his attention to putting his cock back in his pants and fastening it up.
He was going to scene with her?
On the massage table?
Anna walked back into the dungeon as if she were in a dream. Her feet moved her, but she didn’t notice anyone around her, the play stations they passed, or what was happening on them. All she knew was Marcus wasn’t done touching her.
She could feel his hands on her already.
