Page 762 of Hell Hath No Fury
More visions pressed in on me of the life we would create this night, trials and pain stalking our son at every turn.
“His life will be hard,” I murmured as I wound my arm around Marcel’s neck and drew him down over my body, the weight of him pressing over me so beautifully real. Grief closed in on me then. Grief for this man I knew and yet didn’t know. Grief for the boy who would be born of this act and who would never get the chance to know his father.
A tear slipped from my eye and tracked down my cheek as Marcel drew back just enough to gaze at me.
“For a time,” he agreed. “But he will know all the best kinds of love in the end. Even if he never knows ours.”
His words were laced with a knowledge which seemed to go beyond mine, like he hadseenmore of the fate destined for our child than I had and knew that in the end he would be okay, even if many other things were not.
I took strength from that assurance even as more tears escaped me and I leaned up to claim his mouth once more, wanting to feel that heat again instead of the pain of things that had not yet come to pass.
Marcel’s hand moved up the curve of my thigh and I sighed into his mouth as he began to unbuckle the leather armour I wore, his fingers moving in precise actions which had my core heating and a sigh of pleasure leaving me.
His mouth slipped from mine, dragging a line of fire along my jaw and making me gasp at the memory of this. I hadseenit before, in the dead of night, I had played out this very act while roaming hands sought to release the need those visions had built in me. But it had never been enough. Never quite sated the desire I had felt for this man before I even met him.
Marcel’s hands continued to move over the straps and buckles securing my armour in place until it was falling loose between us, a gasp escaping me as he tugged it from my body and laid me bare beneath him.
My spine arched as he ran a hand along my jaw then down my throat, between the valley of my breasts and over my navel, my skin prickling and heating all at once as a moan rolled over my tongue.
I had never been with a man like this before. Never known this touch beyond my own imagination, and yet Marcel seemed to understand exactly what I needed before I could even thinkof it. I had to wonder if his Sight was showing him my reactions or if this was all him. Either way, I was a slave to his actions, a willing victim to his desire.
A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth as he slowed the progress of that hand, circling it just below my navel as he unbuckled his own armour with his free hand.
I watched with my throat thick as he removed it, revealing cut muscle and the hard planes of a body built for war. And I was the city he was going to lay siege to.
“You’re one of the Robarian Tribesmen,” I said, not a question, the carefully cut scars across his chest confirming it even if my Sight hadn’t already shown me his reply.
“I came from the very heart of the desert to seek you out, Merissa,” he confirmed, his hand shifting lower with the low growl of my name falling off of his tongue. “I travelled a long way to claim this fate.”
My answer was a cry of pleasure as his fingers found my slick core and rolled over my clit, his brown eyes locked with mine.
“Are you certain you want this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips like he had alreadyseenmy answer but wanted to make me speak it anyway.
“I want you,” I panted in confirmation, a moan building within me as he teased me further, watching me writhe beneath him while he took his time as if he wasn’t running out of it.
“You want me to what?” he purred and oh, I wanted to punch him almost as much as I wanted him to make good on the promises which were blazing in his eyes.
I growled at him before grasping his wrist with my own fingers and pushing his hand down precisely where I wanted it.
Marcel gave me a smile which ignited every drop of blood in my body as he gave in and pressed two thick fingers into me, making me gasp as my hips rose to chase the movement of hishand as he moved it in a heady rhythm, playing me like a drum while he watched with hungry eyes.
“Please,” I gasped, though I wasn’t even sure what I was begging him for, either to end this torment or never let it end. I just wanted more.
“Pretty manners for such a pretty princess,” he purred, taking his fingers from me and pushing them between his own lips, a masculine sound of arousal drowning out the crackling of the fire before he drew them free again.
His eyes roamed over my nakedness and my breathing became ragged as he leaned down to kiss me, my own taste on his tongue as it rolled over mine, the press of his solid cock rutting against me through the thick fabric of his pants.
I ground my hips into him, moaning at the friction as I sank into that kiss, his hand teasing my nipple and making me arch against the soft bed of grass at my back.
Marcel sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make me gasp before releasing me and moving that sinful mouth lower, sucking my nipple and flicking the tight bud with his tongue.
I ran my hands up his back, finding the ridges of more carefully cut scars there too, wanting to explore each and every one of them even though I knew we didn’t have the time for that. Dawn was coming for us on swift and certain wings, his fate already set in stone.
Tears pricked my eyes at the thought, but before they could fall, he sucked my nipple harder, making me gasp before releasing it and moving lower, running kisses down the deep bronze of my skin while my heart thundered at what he was doing and where he was headed.
A flash of unknown pleasure spilled through my skull before I could make any objections, The Sight making promises I achedto see fulfilled and instead I knotted my hands in his ebony hair as he continued his descent.
Marcel’s tongue found my core and the sound which escaped me was more beast than woman, my nails digging into his scalp as he laughed darkly against the heat of me, only licking more firmly, his hand pushing my thighs wider.
