Page 54 of The Hive Queen

I nod in acceptance. “Just let me know what you need.”

“You.” His hands sweep down to my shoulders, and he pulls me under the rush of water. “Just you.”

Head tipping back, my gaze locks with his. “I’m yours. Always.”

His fingers graze my collarbones as he traces the collar of my shirt, then grips it and tugs hard. The material rips down the center, encouraged by a lick of fire that streaks down between my breasts.

A moan catches in my throat, and I shrug off the ruined shirt as he undoes my belt and yanks down my zipper.

The weight of my batons and the wet material drag my pants to my ankles. I step out of them, standing before Marc in only my bra and underwear, the white material transparent beneath the water’s spray.

Marc cups my rib cage, his fingers nearly touching my spine, and pushes his thumbs beneath the elastic band of my bra. His calluses scrape against my tender flesh, turning my nipples to hard peaks.

He dips his head, his hot mouth suckling one of my breasts through the thin fabric, and my back arches, my hands tangling in his wet hair.

His hands drop to my hips, pulling me closer, and his hard cock rubs against my lower stomach, branding me with his need.

I reach down to fist his hard length and pump his shaft, the water making him slippery.

He growls against my breast and teeth scrape over my nipple before he sucks my breast into the heat of his mouth.

Gasping, I pump his cock faster, rolling my palm over his sensitive head and catching the pre-cum that leaks from his slit.

His hands move to my ass, long fingers dipping into my crease before sliding down, searching out the heat between my legs.

Desire slicks my thighs, and I moan as I roll my hips against him, silently demanding more.

Knees bending, he lifts me and walks forward, out from under the spray of the shower.

My back meets the tiles next to the fireplace, and Marc drops to his knees in front of me. His open mouth presses against the transparent material of my underwear, sucking the water from the cloth.

Pleasure burns through me, and I lift one leg to drape over his shoulder, tilting my hips.

He moves lower, his tongue pressing my underwear into my swollen folds, taunting me with what I want.

I moan and rock my hips, demanding that he stop the teasing.

His fingers play with the elastic at the edges of the material before pushing it to one side. His hot tongue thrusts into my body, licking my need away with firm strokes that send pleasure rolling over me in waves.

My head presses against the tiles behind me, my chest rising and falling in rapid gasps while encouragements fall from my lips.

He grasps the sides of my underwear and rips the material away to fully expose my needy sex. His quick breaths caress me before a hungry rumble rises from his chest and he leans in once more.

Licking up my folds, he finds the aching nub hidden there and sucks it between his lips as his fingers drive into my body.

My hips buck against him, a shout of pleasure bouncing around the tiled bathroom. My muscles tighten around his fingers, and he hooks them, finding that bundle of nerves inside that sends me crashing over the edge.

Muscles spasming, I clutch his shoulders for balance, my legs no longer stable enough to support me.

He strokes me through my release, drawing it out until the quivers ease, and I pull my nails from his shoulders.

Marc rises to his feet, his hard cock brushing against my stomach. When his mouth claims mine, I taste myself on his lips. I lick into his mouth, chasing the heat of his tongue and the fire that roils beneath his surface.

Fingers light on my waist, he backs away, leading me toward the door.

I follow, my pulse pounding out my need.

After so long without him, even the bed feels too far to go before I taste his release.

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