Page 127 of His Mark

“Please,” I breathed, the word slipping past my lips before I could think, before I could hold it back. Hell, I didn’t want to hold back.

Silas paused, staring into my eyes for a moment, then he growled again and his mouth was on mine again, and his tongue was sweeping in, tasting me, claiming me, his body caging me against the rocks, my strength and support.

“You want me inside you?” he murmured against my lips.

I moaned. “Yes. Please, Silas.”

With a rumble, his hands moved to my thighs—careful of my wound—lifting me effortlessly out of the water, the cool air biting on my wet skin.

I gasped, the sudden chill making me shiver, but then his tongue was licking across the swell of my breast, his lips closing around my nipple, sucking, teasing, nibbling. My head fell back, a breathless moan escaping me as I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him against me, forgetting the cold.

Liquid fire coursed through my veins, turning me into a wild thing beneath his touch. I needed him, needed his cock inside me, needed him to take me.

I wasburningfor him.

As he lay me down onto the mossy ground, the cold seeping into my back, his body solid and hot above me, I felt any remaining control I possessed leave me. Silas covered me, kissing me deeply, hungrily, his tongue pushing past my lips, tasting me, hungry for me.

My body reacted instantly, arching up, seeking his heat.

Silas pulled back, his eyes locked on mine, his pupils dilated with desire. He reached down, taking his heavy cock in his hand, stroking himself.

“Are you ready for me, Wildcat?”

“Now,” I whispered, starving for him.

Silas growled, leaning in, his mouth crashing against mine, kissing me deeply. He slid one hand down my side, gripping my hip tightly as he moved closer, the tip of his cock pressing against my opening.

My body quivered in anticipation, heat racing through me, making my skin flush.

Thunder rolled through his chest, a sound that vibrated against me.

Then he thrust forward.

His cock pushed inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I cried out for the joy of it, my back arching off the ground, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Silas breathed, his teeth biting at the curve of my neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

My breath came in quick gasps as he started moving, his cock driving into me with slow, teasing strokes. My eyes fluttered shut, pleasure rising, my body tightening around him.

He grunted, his hips grinding against mine, the sensation sending shivers through my whole body.

His movements were rough, demanding, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me down, claiming me, his cock slamming into me, hitting every sensitive spot, making my toes curl, my pulse skip, my body ache.

Silas groaned, the tendons in his neck straining.

“Such a good girl,” he breathed. “Take my cock. Take all of me.”

My hands fisted in the moss beneath me, pleasure skyrocketing, spiraling through me, hot and molten. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him, desperate for more.

He plunged into me over and over, the pressure building, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch.

“That’s it, Wildcat,” he gasped. “Come for me.”

His hand slid down between us, his thumb pressing against my clit, sending a rush of sensation through me. I cried out, my body arching, every nerve ending sparking.

My climax slammed through me, ripping through my core and exploding outward. I clung to his shoulders and my thighs clamped around his waist. Hot surges coursed through me, burning through my every nerve and setting my body on fire.

Silas grunted, his hips thrusting harder, faster, his cock slamming into me. He blasted right past my orgasm and started driving me to my next one. Instantly, the hunger began to build again, rising, growing, threatening to break.

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