30 Days (Lost Love Trilogy #1) - Belle Brooks Page 0,25

mesmerised by the godlike creature standing in front of me. How in the world I got here, and why in the world I’m allowing this to happen are questions that remain unanswered as he springs free from his jeans. I’m surprised he’s not wearing underwear, but I’m grateful he seems a perfect size for me to take.

Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he whispers, “You’re beautiful,” before his body hovers over mine. Placing both hands on the mattress beside my head, he gazes into my eyes. The dark chocolate colour becomes hypnotic as he hushes all my thoughts of previous uncertainty.

It’s quiet—serene—apart from each breath we take in unison.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, breaking the silence.

I nod.

A commanding tongue swirls in my mouth, and everything in this one action feels natural, like I belong right here with him. The absence of his lips against mine causes sudden panic to rush through my veins. His mouth returns to the skin above my breast, bringing back my previous calm.

Taking time, he explores each breast and then his fingers slide into the top of my underwear, resting on my pubic bone.

“I want to see every bit of you,” he groans as he slips the last piece of material covering my skin away.

Five long fingers glide up my inner thighs, tickling, caressing, until they stop at my opening. “Abigail,” he breathes before entering me quickly.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as my back arches, and I call out in pleasure—pleasure I’d almost forgotten existed. Each movement causes my stomach muscles to tighten. “Marcus,” I whimper with need as he takes his time getting acquainted inside me.

“Stop,” I cry, suddenly, as my body begins to reach climax.

He immediately moves away. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I reply, trying to catch my breath.

“Do you want me?”

“I don’t know.”

He kneels between my legs once more and hunches over me, brushing my cheek with his fingertips before kissing me. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” His eyes are hungry with need. It makes me want this moment with him so much more.

“I believe you won’t.” How I know this is unclear, but I feel as if I’ve known him all of my life. Reaching up, I run my hand through his hair, clutching a clump and pulling his head down until our mouths find each other once more.

He kisses me with desire … we’re forced apart for air.

“I need to be inside you, now.” His voice is primal, and I give my consent.

He reaches for the foil wrapper I glimpse lying on the bed. He rips it open with his teeth, and I still, panting and admiring his body now upright in my view.

“Are you okay?” he asks as if needing reassurance, I won’t freak out again.

“Marcus—” Our eyes connect “—It’s been a long time for me.”

Full lips curve upwards. “I won’t hurt you. Just keep your eyes here and don’t look away.” He points to his eyes.

I do.

“I want you, all of you,” he groans as inch by inch, he pushes inside me until he’s completely nestled. “Abigail,” he says with defined pleasure, casting all my fears aside as I hear my name.

Each thrust is gentle, his mouth attentive to every piece of my body it can reach. I’m lost in the moment. Nothing but this right now could make me happy.

“Harder,” I pant.

He complies.

“More,” I beg.

He thrusts deeper into me, picking up the pace with every moan that gets more desperate as it vibrates from my throat.

Every part of me screams for release. “Please, please, Marcus.”

He grunts in response, his mouth devouring me with more urgency.

My inner thighs tremble with impending climax. Stars sparkle in my vision. I close my eyes just as I feel his thumb rub hard over my clit. My body tenses, and I allow myself to get lost in the purity of a needed release. Blurry eyes finally open once I gather my equilibrium. They open just in time to capture him succumbing to his own pleasure, and it truly is a sight I’m glad I didn’t miss.

We stay connected, staring, touching, and tasting until he finally rolls from on top to my side.

“That was amazing.” His breath is still in limbo.

I want to reply with “I’ve never felt anything like you in my life”, but I don’t.

He places his arms around me and pulls our bodies together. Feather kisses trace my nose. “Wow,” he mouths. “Are you okay?”

And with that one question I realise I’m not okay, and