Page 23 of Stalked By the Executive

"I love the thought of breeding you," he told me when we talked about it, "but I don't want to share you. That's how obsessed I am with you."

And I'm okay with that.

A flicker of vulnerability crosses his face at my admission before he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. I can feel the depths of his love and passion pouring into me, a whirlwind of intensity that threatens to sweep me away.

When we finally break apart, breathless, I rest my head over his heart again, listening to its steady beat. His arms tighten around me.

Safe and warm in his embrace, I drift off to sleep, our hearts and souls intertwined.

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I wake to soft kisses along my neck and shoulders, Marcus's hands roaming over my body. Heat blooms under his touch, desire kindling anew.

"Again?" I ask breathlessly as his mouth finds that sensitive spot below my ear.

"I can never get enough of you." His voice is rough with need. "You're my addiction, Charlotte, my obsession."

I roll over to face him, pressing myself against his hard body. "Then take your fill."

A growl rumbles in his chest as he claims my lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance together, stoking the flames of longing. My hands explore the planes of his chest, reveling in the feel of taut muscle under warm skin.

Marcus shifts above me, one hand sliding between my thighs. I gasp into his mouth as he strokes me, pleasure rippling outwards.

"So wet for me already," he murmurs against my lips. "You want this as much as I do."

"Yes." I arch into his touch, chasing the exquisite sensations. "Marcus, please..."

With a low chuckle, he gives me what I crave, thrusting deep. A strangled moan escapes my throat at the delicious stretch and fullness.

Marcus sets a slow, thorough pace, pulling back until only the tip remains before sinking into me again. Each stroke awakens nerve endings, building the tension inside.

My nails dig into his back as the tempo increases, broken cries spilling from my lips. The world narrows to just the two of us, all else fading away.

Release comes in a blinding surge of ecstasy, shattering my senses. Marcus follows soon after, burying his face in my neck with a guttural groan.

I love this man. Wholly. Completely. And I'm content to spend every day for the rest of our lives just like this.

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