Page 71 of Love Marks

God, yes.

It’s soft at first. Like a question — like he’s still asking for permission. His grip on my arm loosens as he caresses my arm and his other hand moves from my cheek to the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him. His lips are soft and rugged at the same time as he tugs on my bottom lip with impatience, opening my mouth. I let out an involuntary moan at the movement, needing more, meeting his kisses with an embarrassing eagerness.

The sound of my breathless moan shocks him backwards and for a moment, we’re separated. He looks at me like he can’t believe what we just did. I can’t bare the regret that must be hiding behind his gaze, so I don’t give him a chance to voice it. I attach my lips to his again, kissing him wildly. I drag my fingers through his soft hair, loving the way it feels in my hands.

I pull back and meet his scorching gaze again. My eyes flicker back and forth between his, a silent question, a please fluttering at my lips. I’m terrified that he’ll stop this — let me down easy, turn away from me.

But he doesn’t.

He brings his lips back down to mine like he’s a drowning man gasping for air. It’s not soft this time. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back slightly to give him a better angle. I love it, the possessive way he claims my mouth. I moan again, but this time the sound sends a groan of satisfaction through him. Slowly, he steps forward, guiding me backwards towards the bed.

He breaks off again, but only to pull his shirt over his head and fling it to the side. He dips his head to kiss me again, but I stop him with my hand, sliding it down his abs. I can’t help but stare in wonder as I clutch the towel at my chest.

“Wow,” I whisper, dragging my hand lower. I want to explore every inch of his perfect body.

His eyes darken. His hand dips under the towel, his thumb circling my inner thigh. It’s torturous and teasing and everything I need. “I want to know everything you like. I want to taste every inch of you.”

He presses his lips to my neck, sending soft kisses across my chest as his fingers continue their movement. He runs his hand up and down my inner thigh, touching me everywhere but where I need it.

“Yes.” I moan. I can’t help myself. I need it. I need him.

He looks into my eyes. “Do you want this? Do you want me?”

I nod, eager. I can’t believe the fire that is spreading through my body. I’ve never felt like this before. This aching need inside of me. I feel completely present right now. Like everything is brighter, more aware somehow.

“Say it. I need you to say it.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I want you, Wesley.” My lips start to tremble, and I feel suddenly vulnerable with him staring down at me with earnest desire. I swallow and meet his gaze. “I need you.”

The words ignite him. He attacks me with his lips again, setting me on fire. Finally, his fingers find me, his thumb circling my clit. I buckle against the movement, pushing against his hand, desperate for more. He rewards me by teasing one finger at my entrance.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “You’re so wet. So wet for me.” His husky voice sends another jolt of pleasure through me.

His words only turn me on more. I unclench my hand and let the towel fall with a newfound inhibition. Desperate, I fist my hands into the fabric of the sheets. He leans forward, his eyes darkening as he takes me in. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel incredible. A thrill rushes through me as he pins me down with his intense gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he chokes out, his eyes exploring every inch of me. “So perfect.”

His sweet words sent a wave of desire through me. I’ve never felt so alive as I feel when Wesley looks at me. His fingers continue their soft exploration as he brings my left nipple into his mouth with a groan. I arch my back at his touch, which only fuels him further.

“More,” I urge him on. “I need more.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his mouth up to mine. We kiss like we’re running out of time, like his mouth on mine is the only thing in the entire world. I have no idea how much time has passed — I could spend days, weeks, months with Wesley’s lips on mine.

His body pushes forward, and I scoot backwards onto the bed, bringing him completely on top of me.

“Yes.” I wrap my arms around him, loving the way his weight feels on me. Like I’m completely engulfed by him. I grind my hips against him, needing to feel more of him, and he groans at the movement.

Suddenly, he grabs my wrists, pinning them over my head. He sits squarely on top of me now and I let out reckless breaths, meeting his gaze.

“What do you like?” He barks out, his voice strained.

I’m so dazed, my brain is moving at a glacial pace. “Like?” I stutter, blinking up at him.

He loosens his grip and runs his nose along my neck, moving lower. He presses a soft kiss in between my breasts, his hot breath fluttering across my chest.

“Tell me what you like.” He releases my left hand and brings his hand lower. I gasp again at the contact. “Like that?”

My eyes flutter as his thumb circles me again, bringing me closer. He kisses me again, this time on my stomach, as he moves lower and lower. My head snaps up as I feel his breath on my inner thighs. He’s staring down at me with a carnal look in his eyes.

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