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CHAPTER 18

ANTON

DAY 2 – THAT NIGHT – LETTING THE WALLS DOWN

Agroan escaped me as the final barrier between us was torn away. The moment skin met skin, a shudder raced through me. This was it—everything I’d been holding back, every ounce of restraint shattered in an instant.

Marcie’s body was a blaze against mine, every curve fitting perfectly as if we were made for each other. I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of her skin—hot, soft, and trembling beneath my hands. My breath was ragged, each kiss, each touch, igniting an inferno I couldn’t control.

With one hand gripping her waist, I held her against the wall, the coolness of the surface a stark contrast to the fire burning between us. She was mine, and I was hers, in this moment, nothing else existed.

My head dipped to one of her gorgeous tits, and I sucked the nipple into my mouth. Marcie moaned, her back arching against my lips. I continued sucking and licking while holding her up with one hand under her luscious bum. Squeezing it, I imagined giving it a bite later, the way I always did whenever I saw it.

I suckled hard on her tight bud. Lord, I loved her sounds and the way she tasted on my tongue.

Little Miss Sassy growled in protest when I moved my lips away from her breast. Chuckling, I took the other one into my mouth and lavished it with the same attention. Marcie made a sound that was like a cat purring, and my lips quirked.

“Do you like that, honey?” I asked, my mouth still full of her. The tug of her hands in my hair as she pushed herself deeper into me was answer enough.

I could feel her heart pulsing rapidly, erratic, and alive, in sync with my own, as if we were two forces finally crashing together. The air between us was thick, charged, and every second that passed felt like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

Pulling back just enough to look at her, I searched her face. The flush in her cheeks, the way her chest heaved with every breath, the hunger in her eyes… it was everything I needed to see.

“I want you, Marcie. Do you want me?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.

Her eyes lit with mischief, and she smirked. “Yes, sir,” she replied breathlessly, panting hard, her nipples rubbing against me so deliciously with every jagged breath.

My heart stuttered. My Little Miss Sassy had found a kink I didn’t know I possessed, not until she’d first replied in that cheeky way of hers, and I was more than happy to explore it.

“Then, kiss me. Show me how much. Don’t hold back,” I growled the command.

She did and I swear if a man could fly, I’d have been soaring to the heavens right then.

“You taste so good, honey,” I whispered in her ear, my breath gently caressing her before I sucked on her lobe.

“I need you, Anton,” Marcie moaned, and with her words, the last shred of my control snapped.

Turning quickly, I carried her over to the bed and lowered her onto it. Peering down at her, my eyes roamed her curves. She was breathtaking.

“Fucking beautiful,” I groaned the word. I longed to take the time to slowly worship every inch of the body that had consumed much of my thoughts and been the star of all my X-rated dreams since we’d met. But I couldn’t wait any longer. I’d spent far too long denying myself this. Denying us this.

Kneeling, I yanked her roughly towards me, pulling her legs apart in one quick motion that made her cry out. Her folds glistened, already wet for me, and the sight made me moan as I bent down to lick between them.

My Little Miss Sassy tasted better than anything else. The sweet, slightly musky scent of her intoxicated me.

Lapping her juices, I gently pushed a finger inside her. God, she was tight. I thrust my finger into her over and over while I continued sucking and licking.

Her hips bucked against my face, and I gripped her thighs, holding her still as I worked her. Adding a second finger, I spread her open, curling them inside until I found the spot that made her cry out my name.

“That’s it, honey,” I murmured against her, the vibrations making her shudder. I swirled my tongue around her clit, flicking it with just enough pressure to have her gasping and writhing. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling hard, but I didn’t care—I couldn’t get enough of her.

The taste of her was the sweetest nectar, and I wanted to drown in it. I sucked her clit into my mouth, teasing it with the flat of my tongue before releasing it with a pop, only to repeat the motion again and again. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath me as she climbed higher and higher.

“Come for me, Marcie,” I growled against her, my voice rough and commanding. “You’re mine and I want to feel you fall apart.”

Her body stiffened, her thighs clamping around my head as she shattered, her cries echoing in the room. I didn’t stop, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her until she was a trembling mess beneath me.

“Please, Anton,” she begged.

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