“Christ.” Mack went down to his knees so that he could be eye level with her. He didn’t care that his hands were still trembling from the roller coaster ride of emotions as he gently clasped her face in his palms. He didn’t know what to say—there weren’t any words—so he did the only thing he could. He took her lips in a fierce kiss, showing her his utter amazement and passion.
Marley threw her arms around his neck and their tongues danced. He tasted himself on her, something that made the blood pound in his ears. This time he gently kissed his way down her neck, and he was unable to stop himself—his hand found the juncture between her legs. His nostrils flared when he felt her wetness. Had pleasuring him turned her on?
Marley took his shoulders and mounted his hand, rocking her hips so that they grazed over his fingers. She was needy for him. With a groan, Mack lowered her to her back and shoved her knees apart. Then he buried his face in her sex, lapping her up. The pleasure of her taste, her soft mewling cries echoing off the walls of the cave, her legs sealed around his ears—it all sent him into a vortex of pleasure. She had taken his uncontrollable lust and tamed the beast. She had soothed a darkness inside him with a gentleness that had left him shaken. Now he would return the pleasure a thousand-fold.
Mack lapped at her, strong steady strokes, savoring every satiny inch of her skin.
“Mack, I’m close…” Her breathy cry spurred him to gently shove his fingers inside her. She clenched around him as he pumped her with his fingers and licked her with his tongue, her walls tightening and spasming as she moaned out her orgasm. Mack licked up every single drop as her juices coated his face, his tongue, and his fingers.
He dropped to his knees and plunged inside. Her orgasm continued and she milked him, her tight walls squeezing him like a fist. Mack rode her, thrusting into her tight depths, savoring her cries of pleasure as he drove them both to another orgasm.
When they finished, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back so that Marley lay on top of them, both of them breathing hard and sweating and absolutely replete with pleasure. He didn’t know why or how, but Marley had cleansed him. She’d offered herself up and taken his pain. Warmth spread from his chest and down his arms and he hugged her tight, tucking her head into the hollow of his neck so she wouldn’t see the depth of his caring. He didn’t think he could feel love anymore—not after everything he’d done, what he’d become—but whatever he felt for Marley right now was the closest thing to it he could imagine. He wrapped one arm around her waist and buried his face in her hair. And until he fell asleep, they were locked together.
