Page 65 of The Soldier

“Oh god. More, Marshall. More,” Trina pleads.

I pull out, then thrust in again, then again, watching as my wild wolf tosses her head and arches in response.

Lifting her hips with my good arm, I speed up my movements, eager to fill her with my first load. We both know this isn’t going to last long. The buildup has been insane.

“I’m going to come,” Trina warns. “Oh, shit.”

I drop her hip, use my thumb to circle her clit as I continue to pound into her. A firestorm plows through me, watching her fall apart, and sends a shock of pleasure right to my goddamn dick. We climax together, our screams filling the room as sweat layers our bodies.

Holy hell.

What a way to come home.

I drop to my elbow beside her and let her legs relax back down. My arm aches but I don’t care. Panting and catching my breath, I open my eyes and tilt my head, smiling at her.

Trina stares at me like she’s in shock.

I press my sweaty lips to hers. “We’re doing that again.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TRINA

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The shower rains down on me as I grip the wall. Marshall’s head is between my legs and I’m about to have the third orgasm since he first kissed me tonight.

I could lie and say this wasn’t my plan.

I mean, it wasn’tnotmy plan, but I’m not sorry at all we have ended up having sex.

I’ve been attracted to this man since the first moment I saw him. Yes, he also drives me crazy but he’s even better at using his tongue to drive me to orgasm.

Again...not sorry.

I shudder as number three rolls through me and I fall over the edge. My legs almost give out beneath me, but this huge, tattooed soldier holds me steady, looking damn proud of himself.

He should be.

So, I let him get away with his smirk this time.

Sliding his body up mine as he stands, Marshall cups my head and kisses me with vigor.

I love his mouth on mine. He’s so dominant and takes complete and absolute control of me. There’s no holding back; it takes my breath away. With no choice but to let go and melt into him, I give up the fight and accept all the pleasure he wants to give me.

Honestly, I want to spend a month in bed just fucking this man. Forget water, food, and work. I want to feel this warrior’s gorgeous muscular body against mine and all the delicious sensations.

Nothing but flesh.

“I’m not done with you. I need more,” Marshall groans, his eyes dark and full of fire.

“Me too,” I confess, feeling as insane as he looks.

But there isn’t a need to say more. This isn’t the start of some romance. This is pure lust.

That’s all.

I have no doubt he feels the same. It’s not like he asked me out on a date. Or sent flowers. He pressed me against the wall, and we’ve fucked like rabbits for the past two hours.

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