Hunger flared bright in his eyes.
Before he could answer, I took off, breaking free of his hold and sliding through the bedroom door. I managed to take three steps before a heavy touch clamped around my waist. My feet left the floor. My body sailed through the air, those hard hands guiding me to the couch. A wild yelp left my lips as I crashed into the cushions.
Markos’s body covered mine. The weight of him, the feel of his muscles pressed against me, the heat radiating off his body, sent anticipation shooting through my veins like liquid fire.
“You offered yourself to a creature of the deep, mermaid. I’m going to fuck you hard,” he growled against my ear. “Are you sure you’re good with that?”
I nodded vigorously, face smooshed into the pillows to the point it was hard to draw a full breath.
Yes, oh madonna, yes!
“Last chance to leave.” He tore my satin shorts off—the rip of the fabric crackled through the air like lightning.
“Do it!” I screamed, my voice muffled.
Markos shifted slightly. Strong fingers pushed between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, and now he knew it too.
“At last,” he rasped against my throat. “I’m going to own this sweet pussy.”
The sensation of his fingertips exploring my wetness sent shockwaves through my body. My back arched involuntarily, pressing me further against his touch. His other hand gripped my hip, keeping me pinned against the couch.
“So fucking wet,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I gasped, my words barely audible as his fingers circled my entrance. “I want you.”
The confession hung in the air between us, honest and raw. His chest pressed against my back as he leaned over me, his lipsfinding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. His teeth grazed the skin there, and I shuddered beneath him.
“Mine,” he whispered, the word vibrating against my flesh.
I heard the rustle of fabric as he freed himself from his briefs. That hard length rubbed between the seam of my ass. I inhaled sharply. Surely he wouldn’t? Was that where this was going?
A dark chuckle reverberated against my spine. “Not tonight, prinkípissa. I want your tight little cunt too badly to take you any other way.”
The sigh that left my lungs deflated me more than I expected. The wild hunger seemed desperate to explore every wicked pleasure with this man.
The tip of his cock inched lower. I lifted my hips, inviting him down. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance, and I let out a strangled gasp. He was large—larger than I’d anticipated—and for a moment I wondered if this was a mistake.
I might not be a virgin, but I was very,veryinexperienced.
“Ask for it,” he demanded, his voice tight with restraint.
“Please,” I groaned, pushing back against him.
“Beg.”
My jaw clenched tight. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Beg me to destroy your pussy, to shatter your senses, Serena.”
Those words sent my insides convulsing. What was the harm in a little groveling? I chewed on the words, trying to make something so unnatural form on my tongue.
Markos inched inside me. The feeling of his cock pressing against my entrance made me whimper with need. He teased me, rubbing the head against my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.
“What are you waiting for?” His teeth scored my pulse, tasting me as if I were his next meal. “We both know how much you want this.”
Screw it.“Take me. Please, Markos, take me—”
With a guttural sound that was more animal than human, Markos thrust forward. The stretch was exquisite, bordering on painful as he filled me completely. My fingers clutched at the cushions, desperate for purchase as he withdrew slightly before driving deeper.