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at the touch of their tongues, a thrill shot through her, left her shivering with desire. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sucked lightly on her bottom lip, then began trailing kisses down her jaw, her throat, peeling away the straps of her dress and tugging down the bodice to expose her breasts.
    He was going slowly, and she knew that was safer, but she didn’t want slow. The ache between her legs was already throbbing. She wanted them to be joined forever, and it would start with this. He squeezed her breasts with his hands and took one hard pink nipple into his mouth. She gasped as he started suckling her, lifting her hips to his in a wordless plea, but he pushed her back down to the ground and continued sucking. She writhed a little against the grass, and he lifted his head, transferring his attention to her other breast, kissing there first before he licked at her and then started to suck there as well.
    “Marcus,” she begged, sinking her fingers into the thick, dark spill of his hair. She tried to tug his head up, but he resisted, and sucked all the harder. “Oh god, Marcus…”
    Finally, he reached down between them, grasping his length and settling it at her entrance. She wanted him so badly it hurt, could feel herself slick and ready, and when at last he thrust himself inside her, she cried out. In relief, in ecstasy. Still, he moved slowly, pushing himself deeper into her, then withdrawing his entire length, and then driving into her again, all the while suckling at her breast. She felt her orgasm mounting and gripped at his hair. He pulled out of her and shoved back into her hot sex again, and she arched her back, groaning as she came all too readily.
    As she trembled, he lifted his head from her breast and grabbed her by the hips, turning her over onto her belly in the grass. She flattened her cheek to the ground as he tugged her rear end into the air, pushing the skirt of her dress up, and got to his knees, angling himself behind her. She felt her thighs begin to shake with anticipation and then he thrust himself back inside her, and she dug her fingers into the grass as he began to ride her with more haste, plunging in and out of her in earnest. She reached a hand back between her legs, fingering her clit as he drove in and out of her, and she felt her second orgasm swell.
    She heard him groan behind her, felt his fingers tighten on her hips, her ass, as he pounded into her. The woods were a chorus of insects and birds around them, serenading their grunts and gasps and the soft smack of flesh meeting flesh as he slid in and out of her. Every delicious thrust brought her closer and closer to the brink. Every exquisite flick of her fingertips against her clit sent a shiver through her that seemed to reverberate through him as well.
    Her pleasure was his. His hunger was hers. She felt her blood start to boil for him, and her breath came in quick, short gulps. It would happen soon. She could feel that he was starting to lose control. That he wasn’t making love to her anymore; now he was fucking, he was rutting. He was claiming her. And she bowed to it, fully committed, and lifted her ass and her hips to meet his with every violent lance of his cock into her.
    “Marcus,” she cried. “Marcus, I need to face you!”
    She thought for a second that maybe he hadn’t heard her. That maybe the bear in his heart had overtaken the man and he could no longer hear or feel anything else. But then he let out a furious growl and hauled her up, her back to his chest. He clutched her there a moment and then withdrew from inside her, twisting her about to face him. Their eyes met, and he spilled her back down to the grass and thrust back inside her with a deep groan, then lowered his head to her throat and bit into her flesh.
    Pleasure met the fine edge of pain, and Clara moaned and came again, shaking in his arms, but she knew she couldn’t just collapse there against him. Instead she struggled up, grabbing