Page 53 of Marked By Him

There’s a look in her eye I don’t recognize—it’s sultry and demure, her eyelids hanging lower than usual.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “I’ve told you not to come in my bedroom when?—”

Monroe interrupts me by leaping to her feet and throwing herself at me. She smashes her lips to mine, kissing me as abruptly as I had her.

I’m a martial artist with impeccable reflexes and agility, yet as Monroe Ross flings her whole body weight at me, I’m slow to react. Her arms loop around my neck and she lashes hungrily at my lips like a seductress seeking to devour me.

An explosion of heat goes off and warms my blood. It flows straight to my cock and makes me hard in seconds.

I curl both arms under her thighs and hoist her up off her feet, our mouths fused together. We kiss aggressively, tongues sparring. I carry Monroe to the bed and lay her down. She grips at the folds of my towel and rips it away, exposing how my cock juts out hard and dripping precum.

“Fuck!” I groan as I brace myself over her on the bed, a hand on either side of her head. She’s reached between us and started stroking me, leaning up to kiss my jaw.

Her touch is smooth and warm, every stroke maddening. I press my lips to hers in need of distraction and then let my own fingers wander. They wedge between her silken thighs and find the little wet patch on her panties. Evidence she’s as turned on as I am.

“Jin, just do it…” she breathes. She runs her thumb across the sensitive ridge of skin under my head and sends a trail of fire burning through me. “Just fuck me. Slide your big dick in and fuck my little pussy. Fill me up with your cum.”

The filthy words thicken the groan I release. My hand covers hers and we start to guide me toward her entrance, panties pushed aside. I can feel the heat before I even slide into her pussy and?—

A sharp breath sputters from my lungs as I snap upright in bed and the scene evaporates around me. The brightly lit bedroom fades into pitch blackness and the sexy American expat wearing my t-shirt vanishes from my bed. So does her grip on my cock.

It was only a dream.

A very vivid, very realistic, very erotic dream.

I spend a couple seconds calming my breaths, running a hand through my messy hair. I’m slow moving as I get up out of bed and survey the dark room.

Everything is still in its right place. Silence meets my ears from the rest of the apartment, confirming Monroe must be asleep on the futon.

I head into the bathroom without bothering to flick on the lights and then leap back once I step toward the toilet and sense I’m not alone.

“Ahhhhh!” Monroe screams.

“What the fuck?” I yell, rushing to the light switch and flipping it on.

“Do you mind!?” She pops to her feet, scurrying to pull up her underwear.

I don’t see anything…not really.

Except her panties quickly sliding up her thighs, disappearing under the hem of my baggy t-shirt.

Except the same distracting supple brown skin that was in my dreams. Somehow, it’s even more enticing and distracting in real life than in dreamland.

I’m rendered incapable of speech for a second before forcing my gaze back to hers.

“What are you doing in my bathroom?”

“Peeing! What does it look like?”

“You know the rules. After I close the door for the night?—”

“Sorry my bladder doesn’t play by your silly rules!” she snaps. “I had to go.”

“So you snuck into my room.”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

No. But I damn sure was dreaming about you at that exact moment.

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