CLARA'S POV
There is no way in hell I will get marked. I imagined the pain I will feel from the bite on my neck and I grimaced.
"Yes," came his reply. Satisfied, he started to again lower his mouth to my neck.
"Wait." I struggled for release. "No. Wait, Taki. No marking." I said while shaking my head, I can not allow it.
He easily held me in place as he raised his head to within an inch of mine. "Oh, there will be a marking, Clara." He said, with a smile.
"You will not mark my neck," I hissed, even as I pulsed against him.
"Who said anything about your neck?" He asked with a smirk. I could see the dark desire burning in his eyes.
With his dark question, he took my mouth with a flash of heat. He turned toward the bed, his strong hands cupping my rear, the sound of thunder directly overhead.
Fire licked underneath my skin as my knees clasped his narrow waist, his hands on me, his mouth on mine, demanding more. I whimpered deep in my throat. "Hurry up," I moaned, my entire being on fire. I forgot about the marking argument or was it biting? Either of the two, I do not care. I needed him inside me now.
A strong arm swept my shirt off my body in one fluid motion, baring my breasts to his flaring eyes. He growled and then, with a mere step forward, I was on my back, and he was on me. With his mouth hot and insistent on mine, he leaned down and ripped my jeans and panties from my body and with the same speed, he threw off his own too.
He took time to explore my body. After an intense kiss, he feathered my whole face with light kisses, while his hands caressed my breasts, pinching my hard nipples.
"Hmmmm," I stifled a moan. His hands travelled down as he cupped my pussy with his large hands before rubbing my clits. I spread my legs in response as he rubbed it faster while sucking on my nipples. A moan escaped my mouth. Then he inserted two fingers into my wet hole slowly. I nearly came at that action when he stopped moving his hands.
"Say please," he commanded in a hoarse voice. "Ple….ase Taki," I pleaded wanting him to continue the movement down there.
He moved the fingers very fast and I could feel orgasm building. I whimpered as he thrusted his fingers very fast and I came with a scream.
In a swift move, he turned me so that my back was facing him. I gasped in shock as he penetrated me to the hilt, no preliminaries, no easing, just pure, primitive possession. He instantly moved in and out.
Strong fingers dug into My hips, moving me to meet his thrusts. Good God. What had I agreed to? My body wet and willing, I fought to adjust to his penetration, my breath catching painfully in my throat as he plundered to untouched depths. The orgasm had a life of its own, mercilessly, fiercely bearing down on me and ripping through my entire system. His name filled my head and then there was silence around us when I cried out and stars exploded behind my eyes.
Still, he thrusted. "You okay, darling?" His voice rumbled to a tone deep enough to echo along my every nerve ending.
"Yes." I pushed up into the hard planes of his amazing body. "Do it again." I demanded.
He may have chuckled, tightening his hold, somehow increasing his speed.
I could do nothing but hold on for dear life, my legs wrapped around his solid hips. A painfully sharp desire washed through me again. The wide girth of him filled me to the point of pain, his mouth hot on my neck. I had no control over the pace, no control over my own body as the next orgasm slammed as suddenly as the first. I bit into the hard flesh of his chest as I rode out the waves. I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
He growled when my teeth penetrated his flesh. When the waves stopped tearing through me, he reared up and flipped me over onto my hands and knees, pumping his hips the entire time. His thrusts increased in speed and strength and my last image of his strong face burned into my memory—the sharp angles set into brutal lines of desire, his thick, dark hair wild around his shoulders.
I groaned as he pushed my shoulders to the bed, one hand moving up to tangle in my hair, the other clenching my hip as he rode me. Burying my face in the soft quilt, I sobbed his name. A stirring started deep within. It spiraled out into a sensation that stole any breath I might have kept. It strengthened to a pinpoint sharpness. I teetered on a fine edge, fighting against falling over, fighting against the unknown, when, with a fierce twist of his hips, he forced me over. I gave a sharp, keening cry as my pleasure spiraled higher and hotter until my world exploded. I could only open my mouth in a silent scream. Intense waves of ecstasy rippled through me.
I came down with a whimper, my eyes shut tight, my body slowing relaxing. He continued to pump in and out. His roar filled my head when a nearly painful release tore through him, echoing throughout my own body, my empathic shields in tatters.
He remained full and hard inside me. A strong hand gripped my shoulder to guide my limp body upright while his other hand burned like hot coal on the front of my hipbone. He held me before him on my knees, my back to his damp chest. He clasped long fingers through my hair, pulled my head to the side, exposed my neck and growled, "Mine."
With a quick strike, he bit.