Page 109 of Rescued By the Beast
The hand that was holding my wrist slides to my face, his fingers tracing a fiery path to my lower lip. He caresses it with his thumb, provocatively, before cupping my chin, tilting my face upwards.
"I can finally do this..." he growls, and then his lips collide with mine.
A surprised sound escapes my throat, muffled against his mouth.
Mark lets out a tremulous sigh against my lips, his fingers pressing my face more firmly as his tongue slides over my upper lip.
He moans into my mouth and heat spreads through my body, my hand sliding to the back of his neck, burying my fingers in his silky strands, and I kiss him back.
A shiver of desire runs through my body, growing as our tongues meet and an intense tightening forms in my belly, a raw craving taking hold of me.
His taste captivates me. Intense, with a wild edge that makes me want more. It's addictive. A flavour that makes my skin tingle and ignites something dangerous inside me — something I can't name, but that consumes me.
His lips are warm and soft, his tongue sliding against mine, burning. I kiss him harder, more moans escaping against his mouth, and he devours them, tangling his fingers in my hair until my roots throb, but instead of pain, pleasure courses through me, setting every part of me ablaze with overwhelming intensity.
When he sucks my tongue and bites my lower lip right after, any remnant of control I had left dissolves.
I arch my hips in a desperate reflex, my hands sliding down his waist until I grab him tightly, pulling him against me. The shock of our bodies pressed together makes me gasp, my heart pounding inside my chest.
The pulsing heat of his rigid member brushes against my intimacy, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure that make my muscles tremble.
My body gives way, my mind clouds over, my desire turning into a feverish, liquid, desperate numbness.
"Mark!" I moan softly into his mouth as he rubs his cock, still covered by his sweatpants, against me, right where I need it most, massaging my clitoris.
He growls and his kiss becomes more desperate, wild.
I've never been kissed like this, as if I were being possessed, claimed.
It's too intense and, at the same time, not enough.
I can barely breathe. Mark pulls away just enough for me to suck in a breath before his lips take mine again, voraciously.
It's as if I've unleashed something fierce inside him.
He kisses me as if he's starving, as if I'm essential, something he can't afford to lose. And I feel the same way. A delicious shiver runs through my skin as his eager hand slides over every inch it can reach, down my waist, squeezing my hip tightly, up my belly, tracing my body until it reaches my left breast. His fingers brush my nipple before moving up to the nape of my neck, pressing my skin in a grip that oscillates between need and tenderness.
But I don't want tenderness.
I want this raw hunger.
I slide my hands down his back until I reach his shoulders, my fingers digging in deep enough for him to feel my urgency, my nails digging into his bare skin.
Mark lets out a low, fierce growl.
He pushes his hips against me harder, and his fingers, previously firm on the back of my neck, slide upwards, moving just enough to entangle themselves in my hair. Then he pulls firmly, forcing my head back as his hot, hungry mouth finds my neck.
His teeth scrape my skin, his tongue tasting, sucking...
"Mark!" I moan loudly, my hips meeting his in an increasingly intense rhythm. His cock hits that delicious spot, sending a shiver down my spine. My pussy throbs, soaking the fabric of his boxer shorts that I'm wearing.
I'm so lost in the moment that I barely notice, or even hear, Ethan entering the room. His footsteps are muffled by our moans and hurried breathing.
"Ahhh... sorry, I thought..." Ethan's voice echoes in the room.
We both stop abruptly, startled, and look towards the doorway.
Ethan clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable.
