30 Days (Lost Love Trilogy #1) - Belle Brooks Page 0,67

breathes. A primal growl vibrates in Marcus’s throat as he strips the last of my clothing away. I lay splayed on the bed, looking up at him towering in front of me—his chest now bare. The sound of his belt buckle rattling has me biting my lip. His pants disappear. His cock springs free. I spread my legs wider. I want him.

Marcus nestles between my legs. His biceps bulging on either side of my head. He dips his chin. He licks his lips. “You’re stunning,” he says as he pulls me upwards, lifting me onto his lap; I straddle his waist.

“Protection, Abigail,” he moans before I raise my bottom upwards and place his cock at my opening.

“Fuck protection. I want to feel you, all of you, inside of me.” I slide down his shaft, slowly, oh, so slowly, until he completely fills my pussy. “We’re safe. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.” I rock my hips back and then forward. Marcus grabs either side of my arse, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“Holy fuck,” he groans. “I’ve waited so long,” he cries out as my fingernails press deep into his back without thought.

An image flashes though my mind.

I stop moving.

“Abi?” I hear his concern.

I take quick breaths. Panic bubbles in my chest. “I’ve done this before, haven’t I? My nails, your back?”

I’m scared of his answer. Because something tells me my nails have marked his flesh on more than one occasion.

“Yes,” he replies with a wicked grin and eyes that burn in a devilish way. “Mark me. Make me yours again.” He lays me down. He grabs my ankles, hard, but soon lets go, sliding his hands up my inner legs, parting them more and more as he climbs.

“We slept together before that night on the coast, didn’t we?”

He nods slowly.

“But how? When?”

“Mark me, Abigail,” he coerces, pressing his chest to mine. Sliding his cock fast and deep inside me. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I drag my nails outwards from the centre of his back, he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he stares with those devil eyes and that wicked and sexy-as-fuck grin. We lie connected, gazing at each other. I’m lost and confused, but Marcus displays unbridled intent. He doesn’t move, he waits.

“I … Shit … Marcus, I can’t—”

“Do you want me to show you what else we used to do?”

My heart beats erratically. Get the fuck out of here, my mind screams, yet my heart tells me to stay. Clasping my lip between my teeth, I nod.

That fucking smile on his face broadens before his index finger removes my hold on my lip. Placing his mouth feather-light against mine, he takes each arm by my wrists and lifts them above my head. “Hold the bars.”

I do.

“Good girl. Don’t let go, okay?”

“I won’t,” I say, my voice hushed.

He digs his fingers into each of my hip bones and tilts them slightly upwards. I feel him pulling himself out of me, but he stops just before we part. Staring at me with such depth that I fear he has reached my soul, Marcus lunges forward, pushing himself so forcefully inside me I call out in shock.

“Did that hurt?” His eyes gleam as he draws back out again.

“No,” I puff.

He smiles before doing it again and again and again.

“Oh fuck,” I scream as my body begins to build … Oh, God! I’m going to come. “Right there, right there, don’t stop.”

“Not yet. Don’t come.” His voice is demanding. He releases my grip on the bars. He flips me over onto my knees. He traces his fingers either side of my spine, and when he reaches my lower back, he bites gently into the soft tissue of my arse cheek. I don’t flinch. I only desire more. Splayed hands fan evenly across my back and move upwards until they reach the tips of my shoulders. One hand curls around where it stopped, sending goosepimples to invade my skin. The other makes its way to the base of my neck before sliding into the locks of my hair. Grabbing a handful, he holds firmly, and just as I inhale he re-enters me, vigorously. Each thrust becomes faster and so desperate, it’s hard to catch my breath. I’m faced with sensations I’ve never known to exist.

“Holy shit,” I moan as my knees begin to buckle. “I’m coming. Marcus, I’m coming.”

Marcus groans, the sound heightens the intensity of the moment to the point I almost can’t stand it. With one deep thrust, my