Page 68 of Borrowed Bride

I help him to the bathroom, giving him the time he needs to clean himself up and then he’s back with me in the hallway.

Suddenly, Marco sweeps me back into his room and slams the door shut, then he presses me up against it and kisses me deeply.

I should tell him about his injuries, warn him to be careful, tell him to take it slow, and tell him there will be plenty of time for that later.

I don’t tell him any of that.

Because I want this.

And I want him.

He kisses me deeply, like he’s trying to imprint himself against my lips and I drink up the sensation. Marco smells exactly like I remember, with the added antiseptic cream on his wounds. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer and arch my body into his.

If he feels any pain, he doesn’t announce it.

Marco’s hands cradle my face with his thumbs stroking the shells of my ears. He kisses me repeatedly, with a soft gasp each time he needs air, and we switch angles with practiced ease. It’s like we were never apart.

Then his tongue trails across the seam of my lips and I open my mouth to him. As his tongue tangles and dances with mine, he slides one hand down my torso and grasps my breast through my T-shirt while shoving one thick thigh between my legs. He’s much taller than me so when he cocks his knee, I’m forced onto my tiptoes with my weight against his thigh.

A hot thrill shoots through me, sending a cascade of shivers across my arms and legs. My fingers thread into his hair and—mindful of the bandages—I tug just hard enough that he gasps into my mouth.

“Fuck,” Marco growls, rolling his hips eagerly against mine. “Fuck—I can’t think. I can’tbreathe, you’reso intoxicating.”

“Oh, I’m the problem?” I laugh breathlessly and my head falls back against the door. Marco lays multiple open-mouthed kisses over my throat, and his second hand falls to my breasts, kneading and massaging while he kisses and licks down to my collarbone.

He kisses until his lips find fabric and then it’s a whole other game. Marco tears at my clothes as if they suddenly personally offend him, and I’m right there with him. I want to feel his skin on my skin, feel the heat of his body, and touch all those familiar marks and scars. My T-shirt lands on the floor and my bra follows. My jeans are more of a struggle, but once they’re off, Marco is on his knees, kissing his way up my legs.

I’m so wrapped up in everythinghimthat no other thought breaks through the lust fog that descends.

We need to be together.

We need to feel each other.

Dampness warms my thighs and Marco kisses higher and higher, and my core clenches powerfully as he gets closer and closer to my pussy. It’s been so long that I can barely remember what he feels like, only that I want him.

Marco snags my underwear in his teeth and drags them back down my legs. Then he encourages me to step out of them. With them gone, he shoves his face between my thighs and slides his tongue through my soaked folds in one swift stroke.

That touch alone is nearly enough to make me come. I’m so achingly turned on that the edges of my vision fuzz slightly,and when he pulls away from my pussy, I use my grip on his shoulders to pull him back up to face me.

“Fuck me,” I demand breathlessly in between kissing him repeatedly. “Please, I need to feel you. I need to.”

His cock is rock hard against my bare thigh. He’s just as turned on as I am, and as he kisses me deeply, he clutches at my waist with both hands and growls.

One second I’m in the air, the next I’m flat on my back on the bed and he’s between my spread thighs. No words are spoken as he thrusts inside me and suddenly, my life is complete.

Marco fits inside me like he belongs there, and while the sudden stretch to accommodate his girth makes all my core muscles complain and clench, it’s nothing compared to the sheer delight of having him buried inside me. He reaches deeper than I swear he ever did before, and tears well at the corner of my eyes.

“You’re here,” I whisper, cupping his face. “You’re really here.”

“So are you.”

When my eyes flutter closed, he gently kisses my lids.

“Open them. I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you.”

I obey, opening my eyes and staring up into those achingly familiar ice-blue eyes. As soon as we make contact, his hips start to move, and he pounds me hard and fast. Marco acts with such ferociousness that you would think his very life is on the line with this act, and maybe in some ways, it is.

Because this feels like the only way to prove to one another that we are really here.

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