Mercy and Mayhem Men of Mercy(34)

Mack chuckled. "No, ma'am."

He took the other nipple in his mouth this time, grazing his teeth over that rigid pink bud, reveling in her cry of pleasure. So Marley liked it a little rough; he did, too. Adrenaline junkies tended not to be shy and she was probably still riding that high-so he'd give her what she needed. And he would take what he craved. 

His willpower to hold back waned, and he slid a finger into her panties and yanked them down. Marley's hips jerked toward him as he kissed his way down her chest, pausing to lap the circle around her navel, tasting every square inch of skin he could get his mouth on. When he reached the bare pink flesh just above her sex, he held there for a moment. Not to give her time to tell him to stop-she was practically pulling his hair out trying to get him to continue-but because he wanted to savor this moment of intense longing. He knew that it wouldn't feel quite the same after he took her. That he'd no longer feel this close to the line between heaven and hell, so fully alive that he was aware of every particle of air circulating around their skin. Grateful beyond measure that he was holding a goddess in his arms.

He had to taste her now. Had to see if her sex tasted better than her lips. He parted her legs enough for him to dip down and tongue her clit. Marley bucked and gasped and swayed and he put his hands beneath her thighs to hold her upright. She hadn't wanted him to go easy, so he gave no quarter, lashing at her now until she wasn't even breathing, just mewling and moaning. She was so wet, her juices coating his thumbs where he cupped her thighs, his fingers itching to delve into her depths, wondering if she was as tight and hot as she seemed. But he wouldn't yet give her the satisfaction.

"Mack, please. I can't take it."

He didn't answer, just sucked her clit harder into his mouth, purposefully grazing his teeth over her sensitive node. She bucked, gave a whimper, and her entire body stiffened in his hands. Mack lapped up her orgasm with the enthusiasm of a man dying of thirst presented with a drop of water. Afraid he was going to come in his pants, he needed inside her now, needed to feel her tight wall squeezing him. He got to his feet, ripped off his shirt, and shoved his pants to the ground. Within seconds, he was standing before her naked. Marley was panting, like he had just given her a goddamn good orgasm. She had no idea what was coming. He was going to take her to the next level and beyond.

Mack eased her onto the scant cushion provided by their clothes. He nudged her knees apart, staring down at her slick folds and all her beauty.

"Mack, please," she said, reaching for him.

"I'm not stopping, baby. Not even close." As if he could stop before he buried himself hilt-deep inside her core. Mack lowered down onto his elbows, lining up his cock with her entrance, and then braced himself and nudged inside. God, she was tight. He didn't have the willpower to go slow and make it last. Not right now. "You sure?"

Marley planted her feet on the floor and shoved up. "Yes!"

Just a tiny inch deeper in, Mack's hips jerked. He gave in, burying himself fully in her tight, hot sheath. Christ. She squeezed him like a damn vice, milking the blood from his brain. This was heaven-this was addiction. Torture. Raw pure need. He couldn't hold still or go slow any more than he could stop that setting sun from falling beneath the tree line. Mack pulled out and plunged in, hard and deep, taking her with every ounce of control and desire that was rocketing around inside him, nearly out of control.

Marley met him thrust for thrust, keening, moaning, and calling out his name, her nails clawed into his back with a savage strength that made it even harder not to lose it. Bracing one hand over her shoulder, palm down, he used the other to cup her backside and lift her to him, protecting her back from the rough edge of the hard cave floor beneath them as he lifted her and pounded into her. Harder. Deeper. Every single thrust making his balls draw up a little bit more until he was so close to an orgasm he couldn't think straight.

Marley cried out, her orgasm milking the last ounce of control from him as he joined her, releasing himself inside her with his own loud groan of pleasure. He collapsed onto his back. She joined him so that she was draped over his chest. They were both breathing hard. And Mack was reeling from the most intense joining he'd ever experienced. Instead of taking her and getting her the hell out of his system, it was like he had injected heroin straight into his veins and desperately needed more.



       
         
       
        





13





Marley woke to see Mack standing at the mouth of the cave, his hands clasped behind his back. His bare shoulders shifted and she was drawn to the firm muscles highlighted by the play of shadows in the moonlight.