“I
disposed of them.” He took hold of her hand. “By which I mean that
I used my power to remove them and send them somewhere
else.”
The look
he raked over her as they entered their building made her feel as
though he was considering using that power on her right that
moment.
A frown
settled on her face. “Have you compelled me to give you what you
want?”
He
laughed. “No… never.”
He dipped
his head and kissed her again, and it threatened to turn into
serious petting as his hands slid around her waist and cupped her
backside. Amelia broke free and chided him with a frown.
“Food.”
She pointed to the white building through the glass doors behind
her and the store there. “We get some money, we come back down, and
then we eat. Keep your eye on the prize.”
His gaze
narrowed on her body. “I am.”
Amelia
flushed with prickly heat and couldn’t hold his gaze when he looked
at her. “Maybe I should just let you magic us some money or compel
them… I have a feeling that if we set foot in your apartment,
you’re going to forget all about eating.”
The lift
pinged and the doors opened.
He
grinned. “Not all about it… what I’m hungry for might change
though. I might need to eat you instead.”
Amelia’s
eyes widened when Mrs McCartney came out of the lift just as Marcus
finished speaking. She eyed them both from beneath the brim of her
large pink sun hat and Amelia’s blush deepened, burning into her
cheeks. The old woman smiled knowingly when Marcus greeted her and
then slowly moved to the doors. Marcus left her side and opened
them for the old woman, his eyes on Amelia the whole
time.
She had
created a monster.
A very
sexy, passionate and irresistible monster.
Marcus
grabbed her hand and bundled her into the lift. She moaned when he
pressed her against the steel wall and kissed her so hard that she
couldn’t keep up with him. Her teeth clashed with his but he didn’t
laugh when she did. He slanted his mouth over hers and plundered
hers with his tongue, leading her mind to dream up visions of
exactly what she wanted him to do to her with that instrument of
divine torture.
The lift
doors opened and he scooped her up into his arms, carried her along
the neat cream hallway, and stopped outside her door.
She
didn’t have keys.
Marcus
looked at the door and, before she could mention her problem, it
opened. Another power of his?
He kicked
the door closed behind them and started kissing her again, stealing
the world away until all she could focus on was how good it felt to
have his mouth on hers, his lips playing gently against it and
their tongues sliding over each other. She wanted more.
Amelia
wriggled out of his grasp, landed solidly on the floor, and took
hold of his breastplate. She frowned at it and then reached up and
unbuckled the straps over his left shoulder. He drew in a deep
shuddering breath when she tackled the strap on his left side next,
her hands grazing his bare skin as she did so.
“Wait,”
he said and she thought he was going to stop her when she caught
him frowning at her.
His wings
shrank, gradually disappearing into his back, and he tugged the
chest armour off over his head. Amelia hurried to remove the armour
around his waist, eager to touch him again and have him touch her.
She wanted to feel him for real this time, needed to lay her hands
on his delicious body and know that what was happening between them
was reality and not a shared fantasy.
“This is
taking too long.” Marcus stepped back and looked himself over and
his armour disappeared, leaving him nude in the middle of her
living room, his cock rising out of its nest of dark
curls.
Oh. She
really wanted to touch him now.
Amelia
stepped forward to do just that but he held his hand up and her
clothes disappeared too. A wave of heat washed over her and she
swore that she had blushed head-to-toe over her sudden nudity.
Marcus didn’t seem to notice. He stalked towards her, caught her
wrist and tugged her into his arms, so the full length of her bare
body brushed against his. His hardening length pressed into her
stomach, the heat of it heightening her desire and filling her with
an urge to wrap her hand around it, drop to her knees, and ravish
it until Marcus lost control as he had in that other
world.
“You are
so beautiful.” He pressed kisses to her bare shoulder, working his
way along the curve of her neck to her jaw, and she slid her hands
up his arms, sweeping them over his strong muscles to his shoulders
and then down his chest.
The firm
muscles of his torso tore a groan of hunger from her and she looked
down at her hands, her gaze intently following her fingers, the
sight of them running over his body only increasing the pleasure
she felt from touching him. She curled her fingers as she reached
his nipples, raking her short nails over them and his chest, and
Marcus exhaled sharply, a groan following in its wake. She didn’t
stop there. She dragged her nails down his stomach, scoring red
lines on his pale flesh, and her groin throbbed at the thought of
where she was heading.
Marcus
stilled when she reached his navel and his stomach tensed,
revealing the compact muscles of his abdomen to her hungry
eyes.
Amelia
broke free of his grip and eased her hand downwards, fingertips
pushing into the dark curls surrounding his cock, and watched his
face. His eyelids dropped, hiding his beautiful icy irises from
her, and his sensual lips parted, tempting her into kissing him and
claiming them. She held back and kept watching him instead, seeing
the pleasure he felt as she wrapped her hand around his hard length
and gave it a gentle squeeze. He sighed and frowned when she moved
her hand down, and then inhaled sharply again as she slipped her
thumb over the sensitive head, teasing it and smearing the pearl of
moisture there into his skin.
“Amelia,”
Marcus groaned and his whole body tautened as she thrust her hand
down his length and back up again. His cock hardened in her hand,
as tense as the rest of him, straining for her touch and
attention.
Amelia
lowered herself to her knees and looked at his erection. Was he
ready for this? They had covered the basics back in that other
world, making love several times, but there had been minimal
foreplay. She hadn’t put her mouth on him then, and he hadn’t done
similar to her, but she wanted that now. She wanted to know every
inch of him intimately. She wanted to taste him.
Marcus
loosed another husky moan as she ran her tongue over the blunt head
of his cock and then jerked his hips forwards when she took him
into her mouth. His warm length filled her, his taste as delicious
as the rest of him, and she moaned as she slowly sucked him,
savouring the feel of him under her tongue. She swirled it around
the head when she withdrew, eliciting a deep rumbling groan from
him, and his hands came to rest on her shoulders. He clutched her
tightly as she teased him, investigating every inch of his
beautiful cock with her tongue, and then pushed her back when she
sucked him into her mouth again.
She
looked up at him.
The way
his teeth cut into his lower lip and the intensity of his frown
said to give him a moment before she tried anything.
Amelia
bided her time by running her hands down his lithe muscular legs.
He chuckled when she stroked the backs of his knees and she did it
again, trying to draw another laugh out of him. His knees bent and
then she was standing before him, his hands firmly clutching her
upper arms, and his mouth descended on hers.
She
moaned and tackled his tongue with her own, too drugged by the feel
of it sliding against hers to care that he had stopped her fun. He
lifted her again and continued to kiss her as he carried her into
her pale purple bedroom and then lowered her onto her double
bed.
Amelia
lay there in the middle of the bed at an angle, her gaze on his
face, watching him as he looked her over from head to toe. His
pupils widened as he swept his eyes over her breasts and down her
stomach and by the time he reached her groin, they were dark with
hunger.
“I want
to taste you,” he said thickly, sending a rush of heat through her,
and caught hold of her knees and pulled her towards the edge of the
bed.
He
glanced at the bedside lamp and Amelia was glad when he didn’t turn
it on. Her closed curtains were barely a shade darker purple than
the walls and let enough light through. If he had turned on the
lamp, she would have felt as though she was at the doctors. The
hunger in his look didn’t fade as he eased down onto his knees
before her and she found herself propping herself up on her elbows
so she could see the desire that she stirred in him.
Amelia
rested her feet on the edge of the bed and spread her legs for him.
His eyes darkened another degree and his lips parted again as he
ran a lone finger down the length of her and then another joined
it. He gently opened her to him and drew a deep breath, his gaze
flicking to hers. She smiled to encourage him and wondered if he
needed instruction, but he drove that thought out of her mind as he
lowered his mouth and swirled his tongue around her pert
clit.
A low
groan was her response, drawn from her by the warmth of his tongue
on her flesh and the way he slowly circled her, filling her with a
hazy desire to writhe against him and make him roughen his handling
of her. He spread her further, licked up the length of her and
groaned.
“I want
to eat you.”
Her eyes
widened over the intensity of those words spoken so lowly in the
dimly lit room and the way they sent another scorching wave of heat
washing through her.
Amelia
collapsed back onto the bed and submitted to him as he bent his
head and devoured her, his tongue pressing harder into her
sensitive flesh and sending her out of her mind. She bucked against
his face and unleashed her desire, moaning with each sweep of his
tongue, and then arched off the bed when he slipped two fingers
into her core. He held them there, not thrusting but driving her
insane with the need to feel them pumping into her, torturing her
with their presence.
Unable to
resist the need growing out of control within her, Amelia pressed
her feet to his shoulders and worked her hips, riding Marcus’s
fingers as he suckled and licked her.
He moaned
and pushed his fingers deeper into her core, and the sting of pain
only added to the pleasure. In that other world, there had been
times when he had shown a darker side to his passion and strength
that had caused tiny flickers of fantasy to pop into her mind. How
strong was he, and how much of that strength would he use on her if
she asked it of him?
The
thought of him playing rough with her tipped her over the edge and
she bucked her hips up and clutched at the bedcovers as she came
with a rush of tingly heat that chased over her body, radiating
outwards from where Marcus was moaning between her
thighs.
He
slipped his fingers out of her, sat back, and fixed her with a look
that said she was going to get her wish.
With a
wicked smile, Amelia rolled onto her front and crawled onto the
bed. Marcus caught her ankle and tugged her back to him, rubbing
his hard cock against her slick core, but she broke away from him
again, luring him onto the bed. He didn’t let her get far. He
mounted the bed, caught her thigh with one hand and her stomach
with his other, and dragged her back to him.
Amelia
moaned when he pulled her against him, his knees between her legs
with her astride them and her back pressed to his front. He held
her there, kneeling in the middle of the bed with her, and rocked
his hips, thrusting his cock into the valley between her buttocks.
His heavy moans and hot breath teased her ear as he clutched her to
him, fingers pressing in, and she wanted him right that moment,
wanted to have him inside her in the position they were in
now.
Marcus
tried to hold her in place when she moved and then relented, as
though he had realised her intention. She crouched astride him,
reached down between her legs and took hold of his cock. It was
tricky but she guided him to her entrance and slowly sunk down onto
him, savouring the way he filled her. He moaned into her ear again
and held her waist, and slowly lifted her up. Amelia settled on her
knees, leaned back into him, and lost herself as he moved her up
and down on his cock at a slow torturous pace.
They
couldn’t go fast in this position but each deep glide of his steely
length into her core was satisfaction enough.
She
leaned her head back into his shoulder when he brought his hands up
to her shoulders, grasped them and dug his fingers so hard into her
that she was sure he would bruise her. Awareness of his strength
flowed through her, heightening her arousal until she couldn’t
contain her moan of pleasure. There was something powerful and
possessive about the way he held her and moved inside her,
something primal, and she had never felt so turned on and aware of
the dominant nature of sex as she was now. Every plunge of his cock
into her sent shivers pulsing through her body, made her come alive
with the sensation that he was claiming her as his, possessing her.
She moaned and he held her tighter, using his strength on her as he
coupled hard thrusts with pulling her down onto his
cock.