His hands took her hips, backing her up towards the bed. They fell there together, with Alaina pulling him down over her body as quickly as she could. Tangled together on the sheets, they kissed, their lips moulding together as their bodies did. One of Alaina’s legs hooked around Marcus’ hip as one of his hands dragged up the hem of her nightgown, making it easier for their hips to brush together.
He rolled the two of them over, moving her above him so that she straddled him. She sat up, startled at the movement. He caught both of her hands, giving her purchase on the bed and setting her balance.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
She blinked, realizing what he had done. He’d moved to give her control. In her new position, with her nightgown around her hips, she could feel his length clearly straining against his trousers. Desperate to feel it, she rocked her hips against his a little more, feeling the way he groaned with pleasure beneath her.
“I don’t want to stop now,” she murmured, her voice barely audible at all.
She reached down, loosening her hands from him, taking hold of his trousers. She released his length, her hands beginning to shake with her excitement.
She knew it was scandalous, but for one taste of what it could be like to be with Marcus, she longed to make this transgression, to cross a line that could probably never be crossed again. When he was revealed to her, she rocked her hips forward again experimentally. He reached down between them, sitting up and placing his fingers on her opening. She gasped, gripping his shoulders as he slid his fingers inside her. Already, her body was wet and ready for him.
She panted, longing for him not to stop but to keep pressing deep, curling his fingers against her in such a way that drove her wild. With his other hand, he urged her to move her hips against his wrist. She gripped his shoulders harder, rocking to such an extent that she soon would not be able to control herself anymore.
He must have sensed she was nearing her end, for abruptly, she was rolled over again. She laid beneath him, his hands now removing his trousers and her nightgown. When they were both bare, he knelt between her legs again. She felt his length nudge her entrance, and she looked down with curiosity, desperate to know what they looked like together. He smiled, such mischief and desire in his eyes that she trembled again.
“Hold onto me,” he urged with a dusky whisper. Rather than taking his shoulders, she took his hands instead. He moved them a little so they were pinned to the bed on either side of her head. She smiled up at him, urging him on, then felt him nudge towards her.
The first sensation was one of being stretched, and then there was sudden pain. She gasped in amazement, shocked by the sheer depth of the feeling, but as Marcus leant forward to kiss the pain away, his lips moving up and down her neck and then along her collarbone, that pain dissipated.
He rocked into her, slowly at first, and she moved against him. Their bodies swiftly set up a rhythm. On the bed, they moulded together, their hands grasping one another. Such pleasure shot through Alaina with each movement of Marcus’ hips that she couldn’t form words. She couldn’t even moan his name and only managed to make sounds of sweet pleasure instead.
He grew faster, each rocking of his hip sending her closer towards an oblivion of thrills. Her hands loosened from his, and she reached up towards him, trailing her fingers down his chest. He tipped back his head, indulging in her touch, his lips parting.
“Ah, Callie …” he moaned.
She arched her back, needing more of him, then he bent down towards her. Their lips closed together, every part of their bodies seeming to touch. As his tongue teased hers, she felt his fingers reach for the spot where they were joined, and he found a sensitive spot.
Fireworks went off in Alaina’s body. She shook with sudden power, her body tightening around his length as he continued to move in and out of her. He muffled her moans by kissing her, not once pulling back. As her body was taken to such realms of pleasure she had never experienced before, Alaina knew with certainty that no other man could do this to her, that no other man would have such power over her as Marcus did.
Her body was trembling, coming down from its high when Marcus pulled out of her, suddenly veering up a little but enough to moan aloud as he reached down between them and took hold of his length. He pumped himself a few times, then spilled onto the sheets beneath her.
Alaina’s hands gripped his shoulders as she looked down at their bodies, quite transfixed by the sight, the heat and sweat, and his length. When her gaze moved back to his face, she was stunned by the red cheeks and his breathlessness.
They were both undone by each other, completely.
“Callie,” he whispered her name once again, falling over her so that their bodies were plastered together against the bed. She embraced him tightly, her lips finding his in a deep kiss as her arms wrapped around him. He lifted one of her legs, hooking the knee around his hip so that they could feel their bodies close together again. He pulled back an inch, his green eyes alight with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.
Was it passion? Or maybe … love?
“Callie, I …”
Then, something in her heart broke. If Marcus were about to tell her he loved her, then he’d be saying it to the wrong name. That was unfair on him, for he did not know truly who he would be saying it too. She no longer wished to hear Callie but Allie from him. Unable to bear the sound of it, she reached up and kissed him again, entwining their bodies together.
He chuckled deeply into the kiss, coming down with her again. They rolled across the bed for many minutes together, kissing and stealing sensual touches, but neither of them showed any intention of moving away. To Alaina’s relief, too, he didn’t pull back to speak again.
Chapter 17
Marcus basked in the sunlight. He could feel it, peering between the curtains, shining down on his eyes and warming him. He angled his face a little more towards it, not yet ready to open his eyes when he felt something beside him. His arm moved up to hold tightly to her as he smiled in his dazed state, caught somewhere still between sleep and waking.
Suddenly, he remembered where he was and who was in his arms.
He nestled his face into Callie’s neck, inhaling deeply the warm scent she carried with her. He heard her soft breath escaping her in a sort of contented sigh.
In his mind, he could still remember what they had shared, the sheer passion with which they had made love in this bed, the way she had clung to him as he had brought her to the very edge of passion.
I’ll never forget that night. Never.
