“Ella…” he called as waves of pleasure filled him. He needed to possess her and gain relief. Long nails smoothed up his thighs as his heart pumped fast and furiously.
Removing her mouth from his rock-hard erection, she kissed her way up his sensitive body. Snaking up his legs, she climbed until she straddled him, pressing her breasts on his firm chest and rubbing against his erection to position herself.
The need to be sheathed inside her roared in his mind. He grabbed her waist as she arched back and he slammed her down, grinding his dick into her. He groaned out loud at the urgent mating, feeling her pulse around him.
“Ah….” Ella clutched his arms, riding him as he pressed deep inside. When her nails dug into his flesh, she increased her pace, and he tilted his hips to match her rhythm, thrust for thrust. The reason he had been in the hotel was a blur. The only thought was the pleasure fizzing inside his veins as his body went up in flames.
She stroked his arms, digging her nails in and squeezing his flesh. She slanted her lips over his mouth and kissed him hard, demanding entrance. The scent of her floral perfume was overpowering but it stopped him rigid as he glared at the woman, gripping her arms.
“You’re not…”
The hard woman pressed a finger to his lips and the words he had been about to say floated away as she laughed, throwing her head back. She clutched his shoulders, clawing at him and smearing her breasts in his chest, driving him delirious with desire. He opened his mouth and she slipped her tongue inside, clinging to him, milking his body as she rocked back and forth, riding him.
The need to take control drove him to twist and change positions, all the while not breaking the connection as he remained buried deep inside. With her lying beneath him, gazing at him with her bright, mesmerizing eyes, nothing else existed. Marcus leaned down as she writhed and grabbed his back, scratching his skin and marking him with her nails. Running his hands over her breasts, he fondled them as she moaned. He took time to suck each nipple, swirling his tongue and making her gasp with pleasure; she threw her head back into the mattress. When she dug her nails into his buttocks and clamped her legs around him, he was gone. A blind, shooting euphoria flooded him, and she screamed out her release. As her muscles clenched around him, he drove deeper, seeking his own, which erupted shortly after. A sensation of free-falling into the abyss below claimed him as he slumped his full weight on Ella, sliding away, exhausted.
Sometime later, a shift in the mattress brought him awake. He snatched Ella’s hand as he lifted his head. “Where are you going?”
His wife sat there naked, her rounded breasts on view, and she flicked his hair away from his eyes, dropping a soft kiss on his lips. “Nowhere.” She flopped back on the mattress, spread her legs wide, giving him a view of her silky wetness as she fondled her nipples, and he hardened straightaway.
Marcus couldn’t resist the impulse, and he climbed over her until his cock probed her entrance, rocking back and forth, stretching her as she moaned. Words were few and unnecessary. Ella’s boundless energy to have sex in every conceivable position drove his insatiable thirst for her. As the sun rose through the sheers in the bedroom, every muscle stung from the exertion. He lay there, sated but light-headed.
When Ella slipped naked from the bed, staring back at him over her shoulder, she halted at the door. “I can see why she liked you, warrior. You know how to satisfy a woman. Till next time,” she said in a sultry voice that didn’t belong to his wife.
The woman’s outline shimmered and facing him was the Morrigan, with her long, dark hair and blood-red lips that curved into a satisfying smile until she lifted her hands to stare at them.
Marcus jumped off the bed, wobbling as he stood, clutching the nightstand for support. A cold sweat crawled across his skin. His head throbbed as he charged around the now empty suite, searching for the seductress like an idiot. There was no one there except him. He tunneled a hand through his hair, gazing back at the crumpled sheets on the bed and dissecting every minute detail. His blood pumped furiously through his veins. He leaned over the sofa table and swiped his arm out, hitting the crystal vase with orchids and smashing it on the polished hardwood floors into a million tiny pieces. Revulsion filled him and bile reached up in his throat. He dashed for the toilet, vomiting. He knew without a doubt the woman he’d had sex with, even though she resembled Ella, wasn’t. It had been the Morrigan.
He slid to the tiled floor in a heap, holding his head with his hands.
“That crazy bitch.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was nine o’clock in the morning. Marcus hadn’t shaved, and he sipped the brandy, letting the burn slide down his throat as he drank himself into oblivion. He’d showered multiple times, scrubbing his skin until it was raw to remove the scent from the vile creature. Lifting his shirt to his nostrils, he sniffed. The damn smell of flowers lingered. Even when he snapped his eyes shut, the explicit memory of last night appeared. Nothing he did removed the scenes from yesterday. Even his dreams were filled of the Morrigan. He shifted in his
