Though most everyone had already left, Jonas and Davis remained in the building.
I wanted to protest but couldn’t help a shiver when he shifted and slid the head of his cock inside me.
“Say it. Fuck me, Marcus. Take me.” He held himself still, waiting.
“You’re such an asshole,” I moaned. “Yes, take me. Now, you?—”
He gave a soft laugh and surged inside me in one swift thrust.
I nearly came, and when he pushed me down on the desk, between my shoulder blades, pinning me while he rode me, I lost myself to his control.
There was no finesse here, no soft words or studied caresses, but raw, hard need. He slid in and out of me, feeling huge while he pounded into me. A mental caress played with my breasts, my belly, and centered around my clit, the pressure pushing me further up the climb toward a release that would be staggering.
We were both breathing hard, and I did my best to contain my moans of pleasure. But it wasn’t easy. And then he shifted as he fucked me, and I couldn’t help it.
“Marcus,” I whispered and seized around him, my orgasm catching me between one heartbeat and the next.
“Tessa, Light’s Breath, I—” Marcus gripped my hips and shuddered, his pants and moans accompanying the snap of his hips as he emptied inside me. Once finished, he eased his hold and stroked me with his mind, petting me into a state of sleepy arousal. I wanted him again despite my orgasm, which was just weird.
Bent over in front of him, still joined, I felt both submissive and incredibly powerful.
“Well, that was one I haven’t tried before,” I said, my voice thick.
I wiped a lock of hair from my eyes and tried to glance over my shoulder at him, but he forced me to remain in place. My helplessness increased my arousal, when I should have been ready for a nap.
“You’ll try it again. With me.” Marcus flexed inside me. He pumped a few times and thickened inside me. Definitely not something I’d experienced before. Most guys needed time to recharge.
But not my personal Storm Lord.
“You’ll try it only with me,” he added possessively.
Large hands cupped my silk-covered breasts. Holding me tight. It wasn’t enough. I wanted his hands on my naked flesh.
And before long, I had my wish.
Chapter 27
Marcus
Taking Tessa from behind had turned me into a primitive beast. What shocked me was how right it felt. Like a territorial male staking a claim, warning Jonas and every other man away from my affai.
Being inside her felt like being one with the Light, all warmth and pleasure.
Yet it wasn’t enough. I fucked her harder, wanting to punish Tessa as much as I wanted to cherish her. Need and possession mingled, my thoughts out of my control. I had to push my bride beyond her limits, so she knew she belonged to—no, not to—with me.
I pulled her close to orgasm time and time again but left her at the brink without going over. I wanted her lost in lust, fogged with affection and pleasure. For her mate, her love. Me. Her prince.
I took her with my body, with my mind, and with my spirit that had joined with her regardless of my desire not to take an affai.
“Please, Marcus,” she gasped as I changed the friction of my body, my cock buried inside her, my balls slapping against her clit.
With my mind, I stroked that hard little nub and pinched her taut nipples. I was so close to joining her in climax, that little death bringing us together as one. But I needed her to acknowledge our tie.
“Are you mine, sertia? Only mine?” I thrust harder, and she keened with pleasure.
“Yours, Marcus. I’m yours,” she groaned and bounced as I let myself go, in and out, thrilled when she used telekinesis to pull me deeper.
The phantom touch of her on my ass was electrifying.
