Mercy and Mayhem Men of Mercy(38)

He couldn't question it now, not when his need was so great. If he didn't bury himself inside her and let her goodness wrap around him, the despair would eat him alive. Another great shudder racked his body as if he stepped into a blizzard of pain. "I need you."

Marley took his hand and he allowed her to lead him back into the cave. She slowly drew his T-shirt up and over her head, leaving him to stare at her glorious naked body. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were full and perfect for his hands, and her trim waist flared above her perfectly rounded hips. Her features were extraordinary and they radiated kindness and caring and understanding. He needed all of her right now.

Mack circled her hips and pulled her against his chest, closing his eyes the moment her hard nipples brushed against his flesh. He was a monster; he was a man without any remaining humanity, but Marley made him feel like he had hope for the first time. Unable to resist her goodness, he dipped his head to hers and gently took her lips, pleasure racking his body when she opened to him willingly, moaning into his mouth. She didn't hide or shy away from the fact that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her-and that left him reeling.

His mouth slid over hers, desperate with the need to dominate and take every ounce of her possible. Marley's nails dug into his shoulders and she pulled herself up on her toes, meeting him in passion. 

He broke away and raked his teeth down the side of her neck, savoring the rash of chill bumps left by his rough touch. There was an edge of violence to his movements as he bit down at the hollow between her shoulders, drawing a cry from her lips. The monster inside him savored her cries. His fingers dug into her ass and jammed her hard against his cock, straining to get inside her.

Fuck! He needed to be inside, hammering into her tight pussy so he could forget the pain. Marley rose to him and he let go of her shoulder, seeking out those tight buds. His control was a thousand miles away as his lips closed over her hard nipple. He needed to take over and dominate her; he needed to pound into her. Marley raked her nails on his skin, going from his shoulders to his scalp. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. He let go of her nipple, the animal side of him admiring the rosy red flesh and the mark of the forceful kiss he had just given her.

Aching, he took her other nipple, his spine tingling from the intense cries and whimpers that echoed through the cave. But he still couldn't get his emotions to quell or quiet. Desperately, he bit his way up to her neck, pulling on her tender skin with enough force to leave a bruise. He needed to mark her inside and out. He needed to take her so he could forget. His hands encircled her hips, and when he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Needing her now, Mack got to his knees and lowered her to the ground. He shoved her legs apart and her knees fell open without any resistance. He lined his cock up with her entrance and was ready to shove inside, to do anything to ease this burning intensity . . .

"Mack." Her softly whispered word licked around him, drawing him out of the abyss of darkness that had taken hold. Mack blinked, coming back to reality as he stared down at her, seeing hickeys already forming along her neck and on her breasts, where he had taken her so roughly with his mouth.

He was a monster.

Mack shoved himself backward and speared his fingers through his hair. "Christ, Marley, there's no excuse. I'm sorry." He stumbled to his feet, blind and lost. He'd never lost it like that before; he felt like he was tumbling out of control. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Mack, don't leave me." Marley shot to her feet and grabbed his arm, but he flinched away, avoiding her gaze. He couldn't bear to see the judgment there.

"Marley, I need some distance. I lost it and you don't deserve that."

"You didn't hurt me. I wouldn't have let you. Can't you see how much I want you, too?" She circled to stand in front of him and gently pressed her lips directly over his heart.

Mack searched her gaze for any hint of a lie, but the sincerity shining up at him stole his breath. So did the red and purple bruise in the hollow of her neck. Mack's hands fisted at his sides and he stared straight over her head into the blackness of the cave. "I shouldn't have done that. I don't deserve your forgiveness, so I won't ask for it."

Marley kissed his chest again and it took every ounce of willpower inside him not to move. Her lips spread fire through him.

"You didn't hurt me Mack, not even close. The only one hurting in here is you. Let me soothe you."

Marley peppered kisses across his torso, her lips whispering over his skin like a thousand butterflies. She kissed her way down to his navel and then went down on her knees in front of him. Mack drew in a ragged breath, fighting for even an ounce of control. He refused to look at her, instead focusing on how close he had come to harming her.