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slower… Oh, so perfect…
“Chaili,” he rasped.
She shuddered, her eyes going wide before drifting closed, a fey little smile dancing on her lips. He wanted to see her eyes, wanted her watching him as he watched her, but in that moment…
As she rocked against him, taking him deeper and deeper, he just stared. Etching it on his memory.
A dream…made real.
That’s what this was.
As he arched beneath her and groaned, his cock swelling inside her, she had to open her eyes, had to watch him. Just to see that this was real. And it hit her, grabbed her around the throat to see those tawny eyes watching her.
He reached up, touched her mouth, stroked down, down, down… She tensed, but all he did was stroke his fingers down along the middle of her torso, along her belly, until he could circle his thumb around her clit. One circle. Two. “I want to see you come,” he rasped.
She’d been holding it back…
Now, she leaned forward, her hands braced on his shoulders. His hands curved on her hips, fingers digging into her ass. “Marc,” she whimpered. Then she had to bite her lip, because she almost said it. Almost…
“Let me see you come, Chaili.”
It had been building inside, a storm she’d been holding back and now, she gave into it. As it broke inside her, she kept her teeth locked on her lip, biting so hard she tasted blood.
And in her mind, she said the words she’d wanted to say to him for so long.
I love you…
Morning came, a brilliant golden glow. Beautiful, stunning…and too damned early.
Groaning, Chaili snuggled deeper into the bed, trying to hide from the light and wondering why in the hell she’d left her curtains open. She didn’t want to get up to shut them, though. She never slept this well anymore. Her mattress was ten years old and there was this one spot where she always ended up with the wires poking into her ribs—
“I take it you’re not a morning person.”
She tensed.
Oh, hell.
Either she was still dreaming or the dream she’d been having last night…
The warm male body pressed up against her back shifted, stretched. A hand, big, hard and warm, caught her leg just behind the knee, pushed it high. “I’m going to fuck you again, Chaili,” Marc whispered against her ear. “Just like this.”
“Oh, hell.”
He laughed softly as he moved up onto his knees.
She’d barely caught her breath before he pushed inside, crouched over her. Her left leg was trapped between his and he had her right leg hooked over his elbow. As he started to thrust inside her, her breath caught.
The black silk of his hair fell into his face, and his eyes, still heavy lidded with sleep, watched her.
“I want to do this again,” he rasped as he moved over her, in her, possessing her. Overwhelming her. “And again. And again.”
In the soft, golden light of morning, there was no mistaking the want in his eyes. The need.
And she feared it would be hard to hide what she felt. Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the pillow as he moved inside. Bit her lip as her heart swelled inside her, as the need and yearning and want threatened to spill out and overwhelm her.
Love you… she thought blindly. Desperately.
Always him. Only him.
And now, not only did she have her dreams and memories to haunt her, she had the taste of him imprinted on her senses, the feel of his hands rasping over her flesh…
“Look at me,” he growled.
Turning her head, she stared at him through her lashes. Fire burned through her. And at the look in his eyes, the need only grew.
“Watch me.”
Her breath caught as their gazes locked. The jewel-like tones of her eyes seemed to glow. Seemed to burn.
Marc hunkered over her, wishing he could make the moment last…and last. She was so fucking beautiful, and when she looked at him, he felt…hell, like himself. He felt real and whole, like he didn’t have to hide, like she was just fine with the man making love to her.
But it couldn’t
“Chaili,” he rasped.
She shuddered, her eyes going wide before drifting closed, a fey little smile dancing on her lips. He wanted to see her eyes, wanted her watching him as he watched her, but in that moment…
As she rocked against him, taking him deeper and deeper, he just stared. Etching it on his memory.
A dream…made real.
That’s what this was.
As he arched beneath her and groaned, his cock swelling inside her, she had to open her eyes, had to watch him. Just to see that this was real. And it hit her, grabbed her around the throat to see those tawny eyes watching her.
He reached up, touched her mouth, stroked down, down, down… She tensed, but all he did was stroke his fingers down along the middle of her torso, along her belly, until he could circle his thumb around her clit. One circle. Two. “I want to see you come,” he rasped.
She’d been holding it back…
Now, she leaned forward, her hands braced on his shoulders. His hands curved on her hips, fingers digging into her ass. “Marc,” she whimpered. Then she had to bite her lip, because she almost said it. Almost…
“Let me see you come, Chaili.”
It had been building inside, a storm she’d been holding back and now, she gave into it. As it broke inside her, she kept her teeth locked on her lip, biting so hard she tasted blood.
And in her mind, she said the words she’d wanted to say to him for so long.
I love you…
Morning came, a brilliant golden glow. Beautiful, stunning…and too damned early.
Groaning, Chaili snuggled deeper into the bed, trying to hide from the light and wondering why in the hell she’d left her curtains open. She didn’t want to get up to shut them, though. She never slept this well anymore. Her mattress was ten years old and there was this one spot where she always ended up with the wires poking into her ribs—
“I take it you’re not a morning person.”
She tensed.
Oh, hell.
Either she was still dreaming or the dream she’d been having last night…
The warm male body pressed up against her back shifted, stretched. A hand, big, hard and warm, caught her leg just behind the knee, pushed it high. “I’m going to fuck you again, Chaili,” Marc whispered against her ear. “Just like this.”
“Oh, hell.”
He laughed softly as he moved up onto his knees.
She’d barely caught her breath before he pushed inside, crouched over her. Her left leg was trapped between his and he had her right leg hooked over his elbow. As he started to thrust inside her, her breath caught.
The black silk of his hair fell into his face, and his eyes, still heavy lidded with sleep, watched her.
“I want to do this again,” he rasped as he moved over her, in her, possessing her. Overwhelming her. “And again. And again.”
In the soft, golden light of morning, there was no mistaking the want in his eyes. The need.
And she feared it would be hard to hide what she felt. Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the pillow as he moved inside. Bit her lip as her heart swelled inside her, as the need and yearning and want threatened to spill out and overwhelm her.
Love you… she thought blindly. Desperately.
Always him. Only him.
And now, not only did she have her dreams and memories to haunt her, she had the taste of him imprinted on her senses, the feel of his hands rasping over her flesh…
“Look at me,” he growled.
Turning her head, she stared at him through her lashes. Fire burned through her. And at the look in his eyes, the need only grew.
“Watch me.”
Her breath caught as their gazes locked. The jewel-like tones of her eyes seemed to glow. Seemed to burn.
Marc hunkered over her, wishing he could make the moment last…and last. She was so fucking beautiful, and when she looked at him, he felt…hell, like himself. He felt real and whole, like he didn’t have to hide, like she was just fine with the man making love to her.
But it couldn’t
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