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CHAPTER 11

Marcus

I knew it was a badidea the moment we stepped into the maze. There was something different about the way that Lucy looked at me. I think it’s fairly impossible to say that I ever would get over her adoring gaze as it caressed my face. However, this was different. The look she gave me was carnal and full of intent.

The smell of the flowers faded into the background until all I could smell was Lucy. Her long blonde hair ruffled in the breeze, making my gut tighten. Her brown eyes, with the flecks of gold in them, began to shine and I caught just the faintest hint of fang.

A good man would have backed away. A better man wouldn’t put himself into these situations in the first place. I, however, was neither good nor better. I was desperate to feel her lips against mine. I longed to have her body writhing beneath me, straddling me, and if I was being totally honest, kneeling before me.

It was wrong, I knew it as much as I knew that I was about to do something that would change our relationship forever.

She took a step closer to me and I backed up, feeling the hedge against my shoulder blades. I could see that she felt I was trapped, and she liked it. I loved the playfulness in her, the way her eyes narrowed, and her cheeks flushed.

I hardly knew what she was saying as she advanced toward me. My body continued to tighten and react as she came closer and closer until I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts against my chest.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, and I knew in that instant that she was about to back away.

Fuck no.

I wrapped my arms around her, trapping her against me, and kissed her. This was not the kiss of a doting caregiver. I kissed Lucy the way I had been longing to. Pressing her even tighter against my chest, I lifted her so that her feet left the ground and dangled in mid-air as I coaxed her lips open.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging and making me yearn to be sweaty and naked together. Her body was compliant, a born submissive. I shook the thought away. There were more reasons why Lucy and I could never be together. I had certain tastes, needs that would frighten her.

The truth was that as much as I loved her, and make no mistake, I loved Lucy, and I didn’t want to ruin her. Her bright vibrant soul would be shattered beneath me, and I wouldn’t do that to her. The right thing to do would be to pull away.

And yet when her tongue hesitantly snuck out to touch mine, I knew that walking away was the last thing that I could ever do.

Lucy moaned deep in her throat, causing me to angle my head so that I could deepen the kiss even further. Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist, and my hands went down to cup her perfect ass. I squeezed the firm globes and pictured my cock sliding between her cheeks.

I had always been an ass man, and there was none finer than Lucy’s. She rocked her hips forward against my abs and I gripped her even more firmly.

Things were getting out of control. I should stop them, needed to stop them. And yet, the thought of ending this perfect moment was hideous to me. I sank down to my knees, taking my perfect girl with me. My lips tore away from hers and I kissed along her jaw and grazed my incisors against the soft flesh of her neck.

I wanted her so badly that my cock felt like it would explode. But this wasn’t about me, this was about Lucy. My hands came up and slipped underneath her shirt to graze the lacy fabric cupping her amazing tits.

Lucy gasped, and her head lolled back on her shoulders. The way she was exposing her neck, the vulnerability of it, literally would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already there.

I ran my fingertips over her rock-hard nipples and growled when she shuddered in my arms.

“Please,” she rasped, not even truly understanding what she was asking for.

But I knew what she needed. I wasn’t about to take her in the maze, but I could make her feel good. I could ease the ache that I knew would be building inside of her.

I gently removed her shirt and slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Her teardrop shaped tits stood proudly, the tips begging for my hands, mouth and tongue. I was lost to the moment. I needed to taste her more than I needed blood to survive.

Dipping my head, I took one of her breasts into my hands and then gently licked the hard nipple with my tongue.

Her gasp was loud and harsh as she thrust her breast, arching her back to silently beg for more. She was perfect, every response, every move that she made was as if she were created just for me.

I licked and sucked on her nipple, causing the small berry shaped tip to become so hard that I knew she was close to coming. She ground her hips into my erection and even through both of our pants I could feel her wet heat. I moved to the other nipple, paying it every bit as much of attention as the first and loving the way she cried out in passion.

My fingers snuck down her flat stomach and I undid the clasp of her pants, loving the hiss of need and the way her fingernails dug into my arms. The front panel of her panties were completely soaked.

“Fuck, baby, you are so wet.”

She moaned rocking her hips even faster. “Please, Marcus, I need...”

She trailed off, but I knew full well what she needed.

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