The Vampyre Legal Chronicles - Marcus (12 page)

But then his
mouth went on a hungry voyage of discovery down her throat to her
breasts.

And as he held
her rigid body tight against his, he suckled so hard on a nipple
she nearly collapsed before he licked it to gentle the ache.

Chest heaving, Marcus
released her so fast the room spun.

He stepped back,
stripped off his jeans and briefs while Anais simply stood and
gaped at his naked body.

She shuddered,
shaking so hard she could hardly stand upright.

He was a big
man in every conceivable way.

Broad
shoulders, a wide smooth chest with muscles that trailed in a path
of delight down to his defined six-pack along with a flat stomach
and, she caught the deep moan in her throat, the thickest, hardest
erection she’d ever seen.

Her eyes flew
to his. "It’s not too late to..."

"Darlin’, it
was too late for you six months ago when I first saw that beautiful
face."

It was?

His smile
reminded her forcibly of a starving wolf looking at a particularly
tasty lamb.

Anais found
herself swept up in his arms as he strode through to the main
bedroom with a vast four-poster bed and laid her gently on cool
sheets of crisp cotton.

He placed her
tied hands above her head.

She was so
aroused, so utterly open and vulnerable to him.

And yet no
matter how hard she tried, Anais simply couldn’t tear her eyes from
his.

He lay on his side next
to her as a heavy thigh pressed between her legs to open her
wide.

His fingers
immediately slid inside her while his hungry mouth laid siege to
her soft breasts and swollen nipples.

His teeth
nipped as his mouth sucked and his tongue licked and flicked at a
tight nipple until she was so aroused her pelvis was rotating
around his fingers.

But then his
thumb stroked in a fabulous rhythm around that screaming nub of
nerve-ends in such a way it was driving her wild.

Then his hot
breath was at her ear.

"I need to
taste you, my darlin’. I’m going to lick you and make love to you
with my tongue until you come so hard you’re going to scream my
name."

Oh yes,
yes
.

He nibbled her
earlobe, the frantic pulse at her neck, dragging his teeth down the
flesh in a way that made her groan long and loud.

"Please,
Marcus," she moaned.

Resistance,
Anais was beginning to realise, was utterly futile because she
wanted this man as she’d wanted no other. A small voice in the back
of her mind told her she would live to regret what they were doing.
That is was totally unprofessional and against every single thing
she believed in but her back arched as his fingers slid
relentlessly in and out, in and out, working her faster and she
sobbed his name in her throat.

Oh God, she
wanted so badly to come.

She wanted him
buried deep inside her.

Her hips rose
as he tortured her. His expert fingers keeping her just on the
edge.

The endless
sensation of her body being torn apart between pleasure and pain
was driving her crazy.

Then his voice
was harsh with arousal in her ear,

"I want you so
bad, Anais. I want to taste you, to feel you come on my tongue, to
hear you cry my name. But I need to hear you say it. Tell me you
want this, darlin’."

She tried to
say yes, but her body was about to spontaneously combust.

"Marcus!" she
couldn’t help it, she screamed his name long and loud.

And her body
bowed, went tight with need and she could think of nothing but to
have him suck and lick her.

"Yes, please. I
want you. I need you now!"

Again his
mouth, his teeth, were at her neck and she felt the shape of his
smile on her throat as his fingers still worked her, keeping her
teetering on another razor's edge as he burned a hot path of open
mouthed kisses down her torso to that tender spot screaming with
need between her thighs.

Anais didn’t
care now.

"Hurry! Put
your mouth on me. Hurry!"

Any guilt or
sense of humiliation had long gone to be replaced by pure need.

And at last his
mouth replaced his tortuous fingers and he spread her legs and the
burning lips of her secret places wider as he extended the
protective hood of the swollen girl boner and his teeth found the
spot.

Her body would
have levitated off the bed if his strong shoulders weren't holding
her pelvis firmly to the mattress.

She’d never
been so slick and aroused in her life.

She could hear
him, feel the flat of his tongue lapping, his mouth sucking at her
arousal and the sensation almost stopped her heart.

Then he groaned
deep in his throat and the sound vibrated through her womb as her
body wound her system even tighter.

The tip of his
tongue explored the swollen lips of her sex right down the tight
line of her perineum and back to snake around her that tight and
swollen little nub.

By this time
Anais was sobbing and tossing her head from side to side with
need.

Tears flooded
into her hairline and the pillow.

"Dear God,
Marcus."

She was
shuddering and attempting to buck under his mouth.

But he held her
totally still as her body became so taut every muscle from her toes
to the hair on her head threatened to snap.

The first wave
caught her breath and her scream pierced the air.

But he didn’t
stop as his fingers thrust slow and hard in a rhythm that kept the
orgasm going as he drank the evidence of her release. And still the
waves of the most amazing orgasm of her life tossed her up again
and again.

She was
completely overwhelmed by how Marcus played her body and it sang
for him in an endless chorus of euphoric satiation.

At last Anais
shuddered to a sweet, relaxed state and her limbs went boneless
with completion.

Marcus slid up her body
and wiped his mouth on her flat belly before nuzzling her neck,
rocking his rock hard length against her hip.

Strong arms
held her tight against him as his mouth fed hungrily on hers.

She could taste
herself on his tongue as it thrust in a duel with hers.

She knew she
should feel shame, but she loved it.

They were both
slick with healthy sweat and his hot breath panted in her ear.

"I need to take
you, hard, Anais. I need to bury myself in your hot, wet heat. Tell
me you want me," he commanded, his voice hoarse from trying to
maintain control and he shuddered against her.

Anais went
utterly still.

He gripped his
erection and rubbed the thick tip over her too sensitive centre and
she shivered in reaction.

His hot mouth
plundered her over sensitive nipple and her cry was almost a
keening sound.

"Beg for me,"
he demanded.

And the head of
his shaft stroked her fast, winding her body up again as his mouth
drew in her nipple deep against the roof of his mouth and suckled
hard.

"Marcus," she
gasped and knew she needed him deep inside her like she’d never
needed anything before.

He rubbed
himself over her burning centre and down over her slick channel
until she couldn’t take it any longer.

"I need to hear
it." He sounded like a man on the edge and the desperation in his
voice nearly tipped her into another orgasm.

"Take me!"

With a growl that
rumbled deep in his throat, Marcus spread her legs wider as he
settled his big body into the welcoming cradle of her hips.

A single thrust
and he filled her to the hilt and simply shuddered as he kept
perfectly still in utter bliss.

Any fear was
swept away as Anais realised he was taking care, waiting for her,
while she got used to the fabulous sensation of a big man
over-stretching her, the pressure filling her in a way that felt so
right.

How could she
have known it would feel like this?

Could be like
this?

She was
desperate to touch him, but her hands were still tied, held above
her head as his tight buttocks clenched and released, clenched and
released as he took her, made her his.

It was all
there, the power, the strength and, God help her, the glory.

A stunning wave
of pleasure again swept up from her toes to her scalp.

Then he rotated
his hips and made her catch her breath as her legs lifted to wind
tight around his waist and her pelvis tilted to take him
deeper.

He went slow
and easy, building both of them into liquid flame as her body
clenched around his.

Sliding his big
hands under her hips he lifted her, slid out and slammed back so
hard his heavy testicles smacked her bare bottom and she met him
thrust for thrust dimly aware that their breathing and frantic
heartbeats had synchronised.

The slap of
damp flesh against damp flesh, the groans of their passion along
with the thunder of her heart was all Anais was aware of as again
her body clenched his even tighter, the muscles pulling him further
into her.

Marcus nuzzled
the delicate skin under her ear as strong arms held her tight and
she barely registered the needle sharp sting in her neck.

The sensation
of a gentle liquid tug on the flesh deep in her neck was so
wonderful, so right that her tied hands gripped his hair to pull
him even closer as his hips pistoned into her.

The climax that
hit her made her world go dark.

And as Anais
found herself carried, floating, along in a torrent of utter bliss,
she was barely aware of a warm fluid in her mouth that burned a
scorching path down her throat and flamed into her belly.

The taste was
so delectable, dark and delicious she wanted more.

So she took and
took again.

"Careful,
darlin’. Not too much too soon."

The sensation
of staring up at Marcus from beneath the ocean struck her.

The smell, the
taste of salt, the sensation of swaying, cushioned by something
fluid made her world tilt on its axis.

Anais became
aware that he was licking her neck, lapping at her skin.

Then he sucked
his fingers and stroked his own neck.

None of what he
was doing made any sense to her.

Abruptly his
mouth captured hers in a dark, erotic kiss that again had her womb
clutch and her core grip him like a vice and she couldn’t think at
all.

"Christ,
Anais," Marcus gasped, barely coherent, and his big body shuddered
as his hot seed spurted deep into her.

They kissed
again and again and it was bruising, passionate and left them
breathless.

Marcus unbound her
wrists.

And in a
possessive move, pulled her body close to his side.

 He held
her tight in his strong arms and kissed the top of her head as his
body remained stiff inside her and felt so right, so good.

Never in her
limited experience of sex had Anais felt anything like it.

She'd never
dreamed of anything like it either.

And the way he
was holding her as if he’d never let her go felt so wonderful.

All the while
he was stroking her back, her buttocks, her hip as their frantic
hearts finally began to quieten.

They stayed
like that for endless moments and when she finally found her voice,
Anais pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his strong manly chest.

"Haven’t we
just broken every single company rule in the book? Your father
would not be pleased."

Her thighs
ached and her sore hand ached.

But Anais
didn’t give a damn as Marcus’s deep laugh vibrated in his chest
under her ear.

"Nope. Because
I’m no longer your mentor my father won't have a problem with it,"
he told her as he stroked her hair with a gentle hand.

She went
totally still.

A hot sting of
utter betrayal burned brightly in her belly.

Anais pushed
away to roll and sit on the edge of the bed.

Reality dumped
her out of the heady haze of passion and lust and into the
present.

His hand
reached for her and she slapped it away.

So he didn’t
keep his word.

That was Marcus
all over, he needed to be the one to walk away first. Needed always
to be in total control.

She’d lost her
job and he’d just screwed her brains out.

So much for her
highfalutin integrity and her morals and her values.

Way to go,
Anais.

She buried her
face in her hands.

How the hell
had she been so stupid and naïve?

"Anais?"

The
bewilderment in that deep voice only fired her temper.

Too late, much
too late, her logical brain started to function.

What on earth
was she doing?

She’d just had
sex with Marcus Gillespie?

He hadn't
forced her, she'd been with him every single step of the way.

And she'd
thought she could just walk away from him, from this
thing
they had between them?

Had she lost
her tiny mind?

Anais leapt to
her feet and dashed for the sitting room to pull on her
clothes.

Fumbling with
her bra, hot tears coursed down her cheeks.

In sheer temper
she tossed it away and dragged on her skirt.

"Damn," she
muttered.

The zipper was
stuck hard.

Unconcerned
that he was butt naked, Marcus grabbed her arms and gave her a hard
shake.

"What the hell
is the matter with you? You wanted this, too."

Anais blinked
back stupid tears, frantically trying to focus on that fabulous
face.

Heaven help
her, her heart soared just looking at him.

"You’re a
liar
," she sobbed the word in a way that made her feel a
pathetic excuse for a human being.