Page 4 of Marked By His Touch
My blood is still pumping, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I know we are in danger, but I feel a strange sense of exhilaration. I’m scared but more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.
He moves closer, his gaze intense, his touch scorching. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin. He pulls me towards him, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky. The words don’t fit our situation, but it only makes them better.
My body responds instinctively, a tremor running through me. I lean into his touch, my heart pounding.
He kisses me, a searing kiss that ignites a wildfire within me. He tastes of whiskey and blood, and I want him. His lips are rough against mine, his tongue probing my mouth, seeking entry. I gasp against his lips. The taste of him is intoxicating.
His hand slides down my back, his fingers finding their way beneath my shirt. He pushes my shirt up, his touch sending a wave of heat coursing through my body. Tracing the curve of my spine, a jolt of electricity courses through me. The current sets my senses ablaze.
His hands are rough against my skin, teasing, touching, demanding. He lifts me. His arms are solid and sure as he presses me against him. His body is hard, and his muscles rippling beneath my hands.
He kisses my neck, his lips trailing down my collarbone, his teeth lightly grazing my skin. I arch into his touch, my body craving more. He reaches for the waistband of my jeans, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric.
Pulling me closer, his mouth is at my ear now. “Spread your legs, Ava,” he whispers in a rough voice. “Strip for me.”
“Yes, Alexander,” I moan. The words are a surrender to the primal need that courses through me. There’s a promise of something raw and forbidden. I run my hands through his hair, tangling in its dark strands. I want him to claim me.
He kisses my lips again, a passionate, desperate kiss that makes my head spin. I pull off my jeans and knickers, leaving on my bra, my nipples hard beneath the fabric. He kneels before me, his gaze intense, and I sit on the bed, giving him an unrestricted view of my apex.
His eyes are hungry, and he demands every inch of me with his gaze. His eyes run up and down my slit as he slowly gets closer, inspecting it with primal intensity. “You’re so wet, Ava,” he grunts, his voice thick. “So perfectly tight.”
He plays with the sensitive skin around my entrance, running his finger slowly and painfully excruciating in circular motions close to my clit. I gasp; the feeling is exquisite, and all I want is more of him. I want him inside me, filling me up.
“Oh,” I moan.
Then, without warning, he shoves three fingers inside me, his touch sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through my body. I draw back, surprised by the intensity of the sensation, moaning loudly, “Shit, aw, Alexander.”
He then runs his tongue in circular motions on my clit, making me gasp loudly.
“You’ll take me, Ava, as you always do,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Without complaining.”
I don’t answer. The feeling of his fingers twirling and swirling inside me is too hot, too intoxicating, too raw. I can’t express anything but pleasure as he simultaneously runs his tongue up and down my clit now. His touch is like a delicious torment. In and out, the feeling is overwhelming and just perfect.
“Answer me, Ava. Will you be a good girl? Take whatever I give you.”
My eyes widen, pleading, “Yes, Alexander.” I nod. “I will take it.”
I submit, my eyes fixated on his chest, the rise and fall of his breath, the way his muscles tense with each thrust of his fingers. I pull his hair, pushing him further against my throbbing clit, a desperate need building inside me.
His other arm suddenly pinches my nipple, and then it rips off my bra in one pleasurable, violent movement. I look towards the bathroom door; there’s a man behind it. A man Alexander has taken down with his bare hands to protect me. The forbidden thrill of his world, of his being, of his instincts to keep me safe—it excites me.
He pinches my other nipple, sending raw, primal needs through my body. I want him inside me,fuck, I want all of him, now.
As if he reads my mind, he leans over, his face hovering above mine, his gaze intense. His length is hard against his pants, a throbbing pulse against my skin. He unbuttons his pants and sets his cock free. It rises to greet me, a powerful, demanding presence.
He bends down and licks my face, his tongue tracing a path from my chin to my neck, making the hair on my neck stand on end. Then he turns me over, so I’m on all fours, arching up against him. Giving him a full view of me from behind. He spreads my butt cheeks, his hands firm and sure.
“You’ll take my hard dick in your tight hole and don’t make a sound. We don’t want him to wake up.”
“But Alexan—” I moan, not able to keep quiet. He pushes a cloth into my mouth, stuffing me into silence. Then he pulls back my hair towards him, making me arch up further so he can enter me deeply. He exits his fingers from my pussy, using the wetnessto smoothen my hole. He first probes me open by inserting two fingers inside, twirling them to loosen me up. He’s using my wetness to make the entrance ready for him. The feeling is indescribable pleasure, and I shudder in delight.Shit.I know what’s coming, and I can’t wait.
“Shhh, Ava, open yourself.”
I comply, knowing what’s coming, and I take him. I take all of him inside me. In one motion, he slams into me, his length filling my tight hole, stretching me open. I’m prepared to take him, as I always am. The feeling of him filling me out is blowing my mind; the scent of cheap perfume and Alexander’s hard cock inside me pushes me close to the edge. He pushes himself in and out as I meet his every thrust. He hammers into me repeatedly, like it’s a need, a must, an obligation to satisfy me.
I’m close—and he knows it. He can feel it.
