Page 41 of Marko

My bottom lip trembled as I fought the urge to scream or cry again. Illness had taken both my parents, but the MP had taken my memories and for that he needed to be held accountable.

“Everything’s gone, Marko,” I said, sadness filling every word and tears threatening to spill despite my best efforts.

“No, honey. Only physical things have been destroyed. Your memories are still intact, buried inside. Nobody can ever take those away from you,” he murmured against the top of my head and stroked my back.

“I feel so alone,” I sniffed into his bare chest.

Tilting my head towards him, Marko gazed into my eyes.

“You are not alone, Melissa. Not anymore. You have me and I plan on being with you for as long as you’ll let me. And you have my family, and together we will destroy the MP. Then after that, if you let me, I will help you relive some of those memories you have and even make some of our own,” he said.

I gulped hard. Oh my, I was definitely falling for this guy.

“I’d like that,” I said with a watery smile.

Marko’s eyes lit up, burning with an intensity that made my heart hammer in my chest and my core damp.

It should have worried me that I was already halfway in love with Marko, we’d only just met after all, and he was part of a dangerous world that I’d vowed to leave behind, but it didn’t. Not one bit.

In fact, I loved the idea of being with him. It seemed serendipitous that Marko had come into my life just when I was feeling so lonely and needed help. I wanted to see where this thing between us could go, and I was pleased that Marko felt the same.

Feeling safe and cocooned in his arms, I sighed and snuggled closer to him as he gently stroked my hair.

Of course, it wasn’t long before having my hair stroked by Marko, led to thoughts of being stroked elsewhere. Being in his arms had calmed me after my nightmare, but the longer I lay there the more I became aware of the hard planes of his body beneath me, and my fingers couldn’t resist exploring them.

I might not be alone as such anymore, but the nightmare had brought home to me exactly what I had lost and the lingering desolation of that remained now I was awake. I needed to find a way past that.

“Sorry I woke you,” I said to him. Not truly sorry. My fingers made slow circles over his bare pecks, my hands slipping lower towards his abs with every movement.

“No problem, sweetheart. Are you okay now?” he asked.

“No, I need to be comforted more after my nightmare. Maybe distraction would help,” I smiled up at him, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

A slow grin replaced the concern in his eyes.

“You do, huh? And exactly what did you have in mind?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement.

“Well, I’m sure anyone who thinks he is better than any book boyfriend could come up with something,” I replied wickedly.

“Oh, I’m sure I can find all sorts of ways to comfort you,” he smirked.

“Prove it!” I challenged.

He laughed, rolling us over so quickly I squealed in surprise.

Then he was on me, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. I kissed him back with as much enthusiasm. Our tongues tangled as we delved into one another, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths only separating when finally forced to come up for air.

Marko’s gaze scanned my body, his lips lifting in a sexy smirk as he looked at me. I could look into his gorgeous blue-grey eyes forever. Nobody had ever looked at me like that and it made me want to melt. Or come on the spot. My pussy spasmed, my lady parts practically humming for him.

The sheet that had covered us fell away as I straddled him, and I watched his eyes darken with lust at the sight of my bared boobs. Grabbing them, he squeezed, then sucked first on one nipple, then the other, lavishing both with the same amount of attention, as he always did.

I brought his head up again and kissed his mouth, before reaching between us and claiming the prize that was hardening nicely for me there.

Marko gasped into my mouth, and I smirked as I moved my hand back and forth, enjoying how he reacted to my touch. His laboured breathing egged me on, and I nipped his ear and kissed his neck before moving lower.

Determined to taste him, I continued to pump his cock as I slid down his body, kissing and licking him from his collarbone, and across his pecs, to down his gorgeous abs. I stopped to lap at his belly button and his panted breaths grew harsher.

Feeling like a sex goddess at how easily I could make this gorgeous male breathless, I smiled against his skin. When he bucked against my hand, I licked his hip bones that formed that sexy as hell V which led to the pleasure centre I couldn’t wait to taste. My mouth watered at the thought, and I blew on the little hairs that pointed the way to my anticipated destination.

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