He smiled again, something he seemed to be doing with more regularity.
"You should do that more often," I said.
"Do what?"
"Smile."
He kissed me, long and slow, and rolled over so that he was on top of me. I spread my legs to make room for his hips. His lips left mine for a moment.
"We went too fast earlier."
"You said that before," I said as his mouth trailed down my neck. His lips were scorching against my skin and there was a faint scrape of sharp fangs. "Is that why you didn't bite me?"
He hesitated and lifted his head, his eyes glowing faintly as he looked down at me. "Each time I bite you, it cements the bond between us further. I thought you didn't want that."
When he first told me that, I hadn't. But now, I wanted all of him.
"I—" Shit, I didn't know how to say what I was thinking, so I reached down the link between us, tapping against the mental wall he'd erected.
"Merry?"
"I can't explain how I'm feeling," I said. Okay, in all honesty, I was too much of a coward to voice my thoughts.
Marcus removed the wall between us and suddenly we were linked. I gasped as his thoughts and feelings flooded my mind. I knew he was feeling the same sensation.
God, it was so intense, almost too much. Information inundated me. But one piece of information caught my attention.
He loved me. He never wanted me to leave.
The surge of emotion leveled off to the point that I could think again.
Until his mouth crushed mine.
Marcus kissed me like I'd never been kissed before.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him into me. His mouth moved over my throat to my breasts. He sucked my left nipple deep into his mouth, the edges of his fangs digging into my skin.
I inhaled sharply and my back arched. Heat flooded my body. My clit pulsed. His mouth grew more insistent as he moved to my right nipple and my arousal peaked to nearly unbearable.
"Marcus!" I cried.
He reached between us, sliding a finger deep inside me, and I nearly came. I realized that his desire resonated inside me. We were sharing everything. Every touch. Every kiss.
I whimpered when his finger vanished. I needed him inside me. Before I could voice the demand, his shaft thrust deep. I cried out again, my hands clutching at his ribs as he rode me hard.
The pleasure crested uncontrollably and just as it peaked, his fangs sank into my neck.
The orgasm shot through me so hot and bright that I was surprised I didn't burst into flames. Wave after wave crashed over me until it rode the sharp edge of pain. I was caught between Marcus' climax and my own, the echoes vibrating within my body until my vision darkened.
His mouth left my neck after one last, slow lick and the tremors that shook me began to calm.
Marcus slowed his thrusts, his movements losing their desperation.
Finally, he stopped, still buried deep inside me.
"Wow," I panted. "I think my soul left my body for a second."
Marcus released a short bark of laughter. "That didn't go quite the way I expected."
