He released me abruptly, and my nipples ached in the cool air.
With quick, deliberate movements, Marcus unzipped my skirt and pulled it down along with my panties. His kisses down my body were lingering, teasing, until he reached my clit.
All I heard was a muttered curse from him before he pulled his fingers from me and replaced them with his mouth. I couldn’t really form coherent thought after that.
He showed the same kind of expertise with long laps of his tongue, teasing around my clit but never quite giving me what I wanted.
My legs started to shake and thrash on the daybed. “Please, I’m begging you, Marcus. Please.” What was that song? I wasn’t too proud to beg. Nope. I would beg all day if it meant Marcus would give me another orgasm. In that moment, I didn’t care how I got it, but I really, really wanted to make love to him.
He lifted his head and gave me the devil’s own smile. “This is what happens when I lose control, Lyra. I do the thing that I have been dreaming about doing since I first saw you. I’ve been desperate to know how you taste.”
“Can I taste you too?”
His icy blue eyes had gone so dark that they were nearly black. His tongue licked over his bottom lip. “Fuck yes. But first I need to be inside you, or I might actually die.”
I didn’t need any convincing. I sat up, and with shaking fingers, I helped him with his belt and tried to help push down his jeans. But it was more of a comedy of errors, so finally he just did the honors. As soon as they were off, he chucked them over his shoulder, but not before grabbing his wallet and a condom.
He tossed the wallet on the table he had next to the daybed and then turned back to me. My gaze immediately landed below his waist, and my mouth fell open. “Jesus, Lord. Wow. You are seriously…”
The grin he gave me was wickedly playful. And I realized it wasn’t often he grinned like that in a sort of carefree, swagger kind of way. When he hooked his thumbs in his boxers and took them down, my mouth went dry. He was huge.
Sure, maybe my horniness was making me exaggerate, but I didn’t think so. Marcus Black was like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one.
He sheathed himself quickly before climbing back into the daybed and settling between my thighs. “You okay?” he asked as he rubbed his nose on the column of my neck, making me shiver.
“You recognize that you’re huge, right?”
There was that grin again. All swagger and big-dick energy. “Something tells me we’re going to fit just right.”
Marcus took his time revving my engines back up, albeit easily. He started with slow kisses, the ones intended to drug me into a stupor with his skill, and then he began kissing my breasts again. Note to self: Marcus Black was a boob man. And with every lick and nibble and caress, I was raising my hips, begging him to sink inside me.
When his dick was notched against my slippery wet sex, he dropped his forehead to mine. His voice was a raspy whisper when he spoke. “We can go slow if—”
But I didn’t let him finish. Instead I lifted my hips, taking him to the hilt. We both froze.
“Fuck, Lyra.”
“Oh my God.”
He lifted his head immediately. “Too much?”
What the hell was he talking about? This was… wow. “Stop talking so much.”
On his retreat, he chuckled low. “Yes, love. Whatever you say, love.”
When he drove forward again, I gasped. Holy hell. This was what I’d been missing out on all this time?
His face was a mask of grim determination and concentration. His slow slide and retreat, slide and retreat, was driving me insane. I just wanted to—
The shaking started in my toes and traveled up my body like a shock wave. When it hit my spine, I was done for.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to ride out the wave of intense pleasure as it took over all my nerve endings, but Marcus’s demand was sharp. “Look at me, Lyra. I want you to watch me lose control. All because of you.”
As waves of pleasure sent me cascading in bliss, the edges of my vision grew bleary as my body vibrated with ecstasy. Marcus scooped his hands under my ass, bracing me in position, as he continued to love me with a relentless slide and retreat as he watched me.
“C’mon Lyra, give me one more. One more and I’ll lose control. I promise.”
“Oh God, I don’t know if I can” I whispered on a pant.
Marcus dipped his head, watching where we were joined. “Something tells me you can.” He changed his hand position, holding my ass with only one hand, the other reaching around me so he could slide his thumb over my clit.
And sure enough, I broke again on a muffled scream, my whole body convulsing and quaking. With his thumb still on my clit, his voice was gravel when he said, “Fuuuuck, why is this so goddamn good?”
And then he chased me into oblivion as his release shook his body.
Chapter 13
Marcus
I stared at Michael. “This is the second or third mission in the last two weeks where The Firm has also been there. Do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?”
Michael was a master of not showing emotion, as if his agents failing was an occurrence that he would accept. Except he and I both knew better. He didn’t tolerate failure. And someone was going to be held responsible for what happened at the Bacchanal.
It was no one else’s fault but mine. If I had been watching, I’d have seen Mads. Instead, I’d been watching Lyra. I needed
