"Hi, my love," Mark said.
"We've been hanging out all day. What do you mean, hi?" I said, laughing as he opened the door back into the studio.
I felt him shove me. "I'm sorry, my love; I didn't mean it," Mark said.
"Are you high? Why are you talking like that?" I asked, sitting back down at my desk.
"High on your love, my love," he said, and I looked up at him.
I looked into his eyes. Fear, fear, I feel it—fear fear. I need to run.
I broke eye contact.
"I thought I told you not to do that eye thing anymore," I asked.
"You did? I must have forgotten my love. I'm sorry," he said.
What is he smoking, and why is he not sharing it?
"Your eyes are red," I said, glancing up at them and looking back down.
"Oh, do they scare you, my love?" He said it in the same condescending voice he had been using.
"A little yeah," I said, laughing, and he let out a laugh.
"Good, that's what they are meant to do," he said. What is wrong with him?
"Mark, are you okay? Have you not had any blood today? Is that why you are like this?" I asked, and he just smiled at me.
"He told you?"
"Who told me?"
"Mark."
"You're Mark?" I said back, and he shook his head.
"I'm Mark but better, the more sexy version of him," Mark shot me a wink. Maybe I am the one who is smoking.
His flirty, gentle personality was gone. It was replaced with this unsettling personality that was very condescending and made me scared. Even his voice made me fear for my life. His gaze pierced right through my soul with hunger, and it sent shivers down my spine for a reason I just couldn't explain.
He scanned me up and down. He stepped closer, and by pure instinct, I felt myself step back.
"Don't step back from me, my love. I won't hurt you—well, not in a way you won't like," he said, winking. Say what??? I feel my cheeks turning hot. What am I really doing here?
"I just want to check," he said.
"Check what?"
"Check on you, my love," he winked. What is happening? Maybe this is a dream, and I will wake up soon.
"Okay?" I was confused, and he moved my head to the right and then to the left. And then he backed up with a smile.
"I might hurt you then; what a shame. I thought you guys were soulmates," he said with this evil laugh.
It's as though some dark cloud was brainwashing him and making him this weird being.
I watched as his legs forced him to the ground.
"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching my hand out for him.
"Rosalind, run." I heard Mark's voice.
"I'm not scared of you," I repeated.
"It's not me," Mark said.
"Shut up," he spat back to himself.
What the fuck? I'm so confused right now.
Mark stood back up and smiled.
"If you aren't scared of me, look me in the eye and say it." Kinky damn.
"Take me out to dinner first," I said, looking everywhere but at him.
I glanced once at his eyes. I felt the desperation claw at my chest as I saw his eyes dart all around the room.
The air feels like a weight on my shoulder as I watch Mark, this guy I love, struggle. My heart races, every beat pounding outside of my chest.
I'm scared. I'm so scared. I want to run. I want to run for my life—run as fast as I can, but I can't.
This isn't Mark. Or at least not the Mark I know.
"You think everyone you fall in love with is your soulmate, Mark," he said. Okay?
"Wasn't Irene your soulmate too?" I rolled my eyes. She's my biggest competition.
"I loved her so much; she truly was an angel," Mark said. Is this trying to make me feel bad or himself? Probably both.
"This one is prettier, though." Stop it. You flatter me strange Mark.
"Are you like Mark's inner thoughts or something?" I asked, and Mark shrugged.
"Yes, but I am way more than that," he said with a smile.
"I can tell you some secrets if you want."
"Yes, please," I said, smiling. I feel fear when I step closer to him, but at the same time, I am very nosey.
"Don't tell her anything," Mark said.
"I'm only telling her stuff that you have been thinking, but have been too much of a gentleman to tell her," Mark said, smiling.
What is happening? Eh, as long as I get some details about my handsome Mark.
"Your boobs look nice," he said, and I felt myself smack him.
"You asked me what I was thinking," he said defensively, rubbing his cheek.
"Well, I was expecting something cute or juicy, not a comment about my boobs," I said, giving him a nasty side-eye.
"They are always cute and juicy." and there's another smack.
"He thinks you're beautiful, but he's already told you that. He wants to make you a vampire. He wants to be with you forever. Something about children—I don't care about that, though. He's too sappy; it's making my brain hurt, and you have a nice ass," he said with a smile.
That was a lot to take in, because what?
"Was that a lot?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, I don't know what I was-." I stopped. He was trying to get me to drop my guard.
"It almost worked," Mark said with a wink.
Scary stuff.
He had been consumed by bloodlust, and Mark was now whatever was in front of me. He was a mere shadow of himself and his humanity; what little he had to begin with was slipping away with every passing moment.
"Mark," I said. He didn't answer. I called out his name again. No answer. I continue to call out his name over and over, but I feel my voice start to tremble with fear. I'm scared. I'm scared of the man I love.
"That's rich. That really is. Scared of the man you say you love, do you really love him? Is he really your soulmate, or do you just think that because he told you that?" Mark said.
"He is," I said back to him.
"How do you know?"
"Because I can tell when you and all the dumbasses in my life are lying," I said, and his eyes went wide, and then he smiled.
"Wow, good for you. Would you like a gold medal?" He asked. He remains deaf to my cries and my calls for his name. Mark is gone; it's only him. This thing.
Holy shit. My eyes went wide.
"Is the realization finally setting in, pretty thing?" he said with a smile. I could lose Mark forever to this darkness.
I still feel hope. I hope for our love. I hope that I can save him.
"Love conquers all," I said.
"So does death, pretty thing, so does death." I mean, yeah, but love conquers all has a better ring to it.
I will do it for Mark.
As I stare into Mark's eyes, I feel the fear. I feel scared, but I also feel that chilling emptiness that sends shivers down my spine.
The man I love seems to slip away before my very eyes, replaced by this force that threatens to consume everything in its path.
"I'm the killer everyone is so scared of." Oh shit. I feel myself step back again, and he steps forward.
"But I am still the man you love, right?'' Mark said in that condescending tone. I don't know anymore.
"Mark is the man I love, not this vampire," I said.
"Oh, but we are the same, my love. I am still Mark. I am him, not an alter ego. I am him. I am the horrible creature he knows he is. I am Mark," he said, and I just don't know what to do anymore.
I need to try to get Mark out. Out of this state. I know the man I love. The flirty and charismatic guy I feel for is still in there somewhere.
"Mark, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. I have to fight for it. He has to fight it for me.
"You have to fight this baby; I know you can; you are powerful enough; you can do this," I said. I feel his hand reach out for my neck and grab it.
"Let me go," I said.
"Why?"
I looked at him. I don't know. To save Mark? But how. I don't know.
"Please, handsome," I said, and he let me down as he bent forward.
"What was that?" he said, panting.
I don't know.
I still feel the weight of his gaze, cold and unforgiving, but he's struggling.
He went to reach out again.
"Mark, I think you are handsome," I said, and he started bugging out again.
Weakness. We all have them.
"I'm not weak."
"Your weakness is the word handsome," I said, laughing. I feel myself laughing, but at the same time, fear is overwhelming. It's crazy. I'm clinging to the belief that somewhere, deep down, Mark is still there. The man I love still exists.
As the seconds ticked by, each moment felt like an eternity, and my heart was pounding with a mix of dread and determination.
I reach out to him; I want him to hear me, to see me, to feel me, and to come back to me.
But all I could feel was fear when I looked into his eyes. When I looked at him, all I felt was fear.
I felt my whole body shiver. Was he going to kill me? He looked at me with those murderous eyes. My arm twitched.
"You're scared," Mark said, smiling at me.
"Of course I'm scared," I said, looking at him. I looked into his eyes. My heart pounded as I watched the turmoil and sadness etched on Mark's face.
He had tried to fight this for so long, just for me. He was doing all of this for me. I felt myself gulp and my chest heave. His eyes, which were usually filled with warmth and love, now looked at me with primal hunger and danger.
I could see his left eye twitching, as it had been for the past few days. He was still trying to fight it. His humanity warred with the vampire's overwhelming desire for blood.
He bent over, and this time he fell to his knees.
Against all my fear, I quickly got down with him. I watched as he staggered, his muscles tensing; he was still desperately trying to keep control of his own body.
I knew he wasn't just battling himself and his soul; he was fighting to protect me from the monstrous instincts threatening to consume him whole.
"Mark, please..listen to me," I whispered, rubbing his back. I felt myself getting closer, despite the danger. I felt my voice tremble, but I needed him to hear me.
"Mark, I know you are still in there." I felt myself grab his face in my hands. "You can fight this," I said.
As I spoke, I could see the agony in his eyes and the desperate struggle to cling to his humanity. He slowly rose to his feet, and I went with him.
He started to stagger again, this time like he was drunk. Each step he took toward me was hesitant as if he were trying not to hurt me.
His breath came in ragged gasps, and he heaved as his eyes went wide and moved every which way.
"Please, Mark," I said, but this time I felt my voice breaking with emotion. Emotions I just couldn't describe. I have never felt this way in my life, let alone for someone else.
"You don't have to do this. I believe in you." I didn't know what he needed to do. He tried to protect me so much, and now it is affecting him.
The tension in the room was palpable, thick with fear and desperation. I reached out again, with my trembling hand, hoping to touch him again—to touch the Mark I remembered. Who still remembered what I meant to him and what we meant to each other?
His muscles tensed even more, and his body was shaking with the effort. He was fighting it; I know he could. I was watching him.
He was going back. I watched his fangs as they chomped down. He was at his breaking point. Oh god, oh god, I looked around at the floor. I don't know what to do.
The seconds went by slower and slower. And I felt like the walls were closing in around us in the studio as, Mark, he, he.
"Mark, come back to me," I pleaded with him. I felt water roll down my face. I wiped my face as I continued to blink the tears away. "I need you, Mark; I need you." Oh god, I can't stop crying.
This was overwhelming, tear after tear after tear. I don't know what to do. I continued to smash my face and try to wipe the tears as they fell.
I think at this very moment, I understood the depth of his battle, the immense pain he was in, and the fear of losing control.
My heart ached for him, and I knew that whatever happened to me or anyone, I had to find a way to bring Mark back. To bring my Mark back to me.
I couldn't lose him to the darkness. Not now, not ever.
I felt hot air burn my lungs as I heaved in and out. I closed my eyes. I knew there was only one way to save him—to reach the human part of him that was buried beneath this monster.
With every ounce of courage that I could muster up, I stepped closer to home once more. My heart pounded in my chest and in my head, each beat echoing in my mind and making my mind go all fuzzy.
"Mark," I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute, "I know you're in there. You have to fight this." I feel like a broken phone, repeating the same things over and over again.
His eyes flickered with recognition, cutting through the haze of his bloodlust. It wasn't enough. I had to do more. I needed to do more.
Desperation clawed at my heart as I realized the depth of his torment. I would regret this for many years to come and maybe forever.
"Drink from me," I said. The words left my mouth before I could think about it.
My neck tilted to the side. I bared my neck to him, exposing the vulnerable flesh that pulsed with life. My left.
His nostrils flared and his lips trembled as he gulped. The scent of my blood seemed to snap something within him.
His body trembled, torn between wanting to protect me and the insatiable hunger that consumed me. He gulped again.
"Ros-." He stopped.
"Rosalind I can't," he choked out, his voice draining in between each breath. "I don't want to hurt you." He said this as his eyes flashed between my face and my neck and back again.
I felt tears well up in my eyes again, not from fear but from the overwhelming love I had for this man.
All this for a man? All this for a man. I trusted him. I blinked.
"You won't hurt me," I replied to him, taking his face in my hands again. His skin was cold, but it was soft.
"This is the only way to save you. I know it, and I wanted you to trust me, and even though you lie to me all the damn time, I trust you," I said, and his eyes grew wide as I let go of his face and bared my neck to him as well.
His fangs elongated, the sharp points glinting ominously. I could see him still trying to fight the battle that rages within him.
The vampire instincts were warring with his desperate desire to keep me safe.
But I knew that if he didn't feed, he would be unrecognizable for, well, I don't know for how long.
All of this for a man, my man. I pulled him closer with my hands, feeling the tension in his body as he fought against the inevitable.
"Please, Mark," I whisper, my lips brushing against his ear. "Do it; do it for me. Do it for you. Do it for us."
He hesitated one last time for a heartbeat longer, and then I heard him let out this horribly disgusting growl. He surrendered.
His fangs pierced my skin, and I gasped as I winced. Fuck. The pain gave way to this strange, warm feeling. I couldn't explain it. It felt good.
As he drank, I could feel the connection between us deepening. Our souls intertwined in a way that transcended the physical act. It was as if my blood was a lifeline, pulling him back from his darkness. Well, it is.
The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our shared heartbeat, or mine, because.
I reached out, and I felt nothing. Nothing beating in his chest, nothing. But I did feel that the bond between us was growing stronger with each passing second.
Slowly, I felt the tension in his body ease up, and his grip on me became less and less desperate; it became more tender and sweet.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were once again filled with the familiar warmth and love that I knew so well.
I felt myself smile.
"Rosalind," he murmured, his voice deep. "You saved me."
Oh god, I was crying again. I felt tears stream down my cheeks as I held him close to my body as relief flooded through me.
We shared a long hug, and he pulled away and wiped my tears.
"Had a good cry, huh?" he asked, and I shoved him slumping down on the floor, laughing.
He sat next to me and slipped his arm around my waist.
"Am I going to turn into a vampire now?" I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"No, that's not how it works." I snapped my head towards him.
"I had all of that sad monologue because I thought I was going to be a vampire forever," I said, and Mark laughed.
"Yeah, no," he said, and I quickly stood up, irritated. Wow, bad idea.
"Hey, hey, you sit down, pretty thing, you just got some blood sucked out of you," Mark said, sitting me back down on the floor.
"I'll yell at you when I get more energy."
"It won't take long; just give it a few minutes," Mark said, squeezing my thigh in his hand.
"Tristian and my dad are going to be so mad," Mark said, laughing. I put my legs on top of his.
"They hate me anyway," I said, shrugging, and Mark kissed the side of my face.
We sat in silence as I looked around the studio. Everything was normal, as it always was.
Mark grunted, and I looked at him. He gave me this uncomfortable look.
"What? My legs too heavy?" I asked, and he squeezed onto them, shaking his head.
"What then?" I asked.
He looked at me.
"I'm horny," he said.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Is this one of the side effects?" I said it sarcastically, and he nodded.
"That's insane," I said, putting my head up against the wall.
"I've taken you to dinner, haven't I?" He said this, looking at me.
I rolled my eyes. "I guess you have," I said.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
"I'm not having sex with you in the studio if that's what you are asking," I said, taking my legs off of him and putting them on the floor.
"So you want to have sex with me?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and stood up, using the wall we had our backs on.
"Sure," I said, and he smiled.
"May I?" he asked, putting his hand out like he was about to ballroom dance with me.
"Yes?" I said, taking his hand. I felt the world around me start to spin and whirl. Holy. What the fuck? It stopped.
I looked around.
"I never thought that I would get you in here," Mark said from behind me, and I turned around.
We were in his bedroom.
"You did not tell me you can teleport," I said, looking around his room.
"I forgot I could. Lol, that's my bad baby," he said, sitting on his bed.
Only him. Who even forgets that?
It got awkward fast. I was trying to avoid eye contact.
"Why are you so far away? Come closer." Mark said, reaching out for me and grabbing my hand. He pulled me to where he was sitting, and I started laughing as he rolled me over onto my back.
"That was not smooth," I said, laughing, and he cracked me a sweet smile.
"It still had you laughing; that's all that matters," he said, propping himself up so he could look me in the eyes.
I felt myself cringe and sigh.
"What? Are you still a virgin?" he asked.
"No, I've had a boyfriend before," I said.
"I take it he was a douche," Mark said, and I nodded.
"Let me guess, Noah, Jake, or Ethan?" I laughed.
"Ethan," I said, and he let out a half-ass laugh.
"Not surprised," he said, laying himself down next to me.
I put my legs on top of his, and he grunted again.
He rubbed his hands up and down my legs.
"I think you should take off your pants," he said in the most not seductive way possible.
I grabbed the pillow from underneath me and smacked him with it.
He smiled, and his arms went limp, as did his legs.
"Oh no, I need a pretty lady to bring me back to life with her kisses," Mark said, then slumped his head back over.
I smiled. I got up and kissed his mouth and then his face all over.
"I have been brought back to life," he said, sitting up. I smiled. I hadn't realized my lipstick had been staining his face this whole time.
I brought out my phone and took a picture of him.
I shoved it in his face.
"Holy shit," he said, rubbing his face.
"I'm claiming ownership," I said and kissed him, and he hugged me and rolled me back on my back.
This time, he started kissing me. He kissed my face, my ears, and my neck.
He looked into my eyes as he slowly traveled down my body.
I felt the blush start to creep up my face.
He kissed my clothed stomach, and I felt a little hand creep underneath my shirt and slowly lift my shirt.
Wow, it is getting hot in here.
I started to blink aggressively.
"You okay?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Just really embarrassed for some reason," I said, and I felt myself covering my face.
"There's no reason to be embarrassed; you look and are beautiful inside and out," he said, going back to trying to get my shirt off seductively.
"Mark, just take the shirt off," I said, and he laughed as he brought it over my head and my arms.
"If you have no blood, then how can you blush?" I asked him, and he looked up at me, down at my assets, and then back up at me.
"Sexy women make the impossible happen, I guess," he said, shrugging. He was trying to be nonchalant, but it was not working because of the embarrassed look on his face.
He opened my legs and put himself in between them.
I felt myself smile awkwardly.
His eye twitched.
I lifted my ass up so he could take my leggings off. He slipped them down my legs and threw them off the bed, along with one I am now seeing is my shirt.
"Matching set? I take it; you planned this?" He asked.
"No, I just did laundry," I said, and I let out a laugh.
I watched as he kissed the inside of my thighs; he traveled down each of them, leaving a trail of kisses that made my breath hitch.
He stopped and gave me this hazy look.
He was panting, and he looked like he did when he was hungry for blood.
"Mrs. Rosalind," he said.
I felt my heart jump. What is wrong with me?
"Yes, Mark?" I asked him.
"May I?" he said, giving me this demon-ass look. I gulped.
I nodded, and he leaned up and kissed my lips and then the bottom of my heart. I felt my chest start to heave as he stood up.
Why am I going feral over just a few touches? Probably because it's Mark, and he is sexy, and it's overwhelming.
He took off his shirt.
Good heaven on earth, he was sexy and ripped. That's crazy. I blinked. I blinked twice.
"You like what you see?" he asked, turning around so he was facing me.
"Yes, you have an amazing body," I said as I felt my legs close.
"That means a lot coming from someone as gorgeous as you," he said as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.
I blinked again. I don't know why I was staring so hard, but it looked at me first. That's all I have to say.
Oh, his dick is big. I felt myself shift on the bed.
He walked around towards the bed and climbed on top of me again.
"You're blushing," he said, sitting up and looking at my face.
"I know; I have been since you took off your shirt," I said with a smile, and he smiled down at me.
"Consider me flattered," he said.
"It's also been a while because I haven't done this in a long time; I think I was probably 19?" I said, and he chuckled.
"I think I was also 19, still a human too, so we are in this together," he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek.
"How does that work?"
"It was 200 years ago now."
"No, like, how does your age work?" I asked.
"Oh, well, my dad turned me into a vampire when I was 24, so my age is frozen at that," he said, and I nodded.
"That's cool? A little weird I am about to have sex with a 224 man, but I-." I was going to say you only live once but he's lived plenty of lives so that would be insensitive, I guess.
"I know," he said.
"That was supposed to be a joke, stupid," I said, rolling my eyes, and he laughed.
He leaned forward and nipped my ear, and again I felt myself laugh, this time right in his ear.
"You have the best laugh," he mumbled in my ear.
"Thank you," I said, and he kissed me again. I felt his arms wrap around me, and he kissed my forehead.
"Can we just stay here forever?" I said.
"Maybe later tonight," he said, winking at me and I gave him this look.
"And you are saying that because?" I asked and he leaned down again
"I love you," he said, kissing my neck again. I laughed again and he looked up at me.
"What?"
"Nothing," I said, and he kissed my lips again as he pulled me up towards him. I sat down on his lap, straddling him. I could feel his cock against my stomach, and I felt my face heat up again.
He ran his slender hands down my sides and then back up again. I bit my lip. He leaned forward and kissed my neck again, and then my chest.
He stopped.
"What?"
He looked down and then back up at me.
"Boobies?"
"Babe what?" I asked, laughing.
"Can I remove your bra?" he asked, nodding.
My heartbeat started drowning out my dirty thoughts, and I started getting embarrassed again.
"This is so awkward, I can't," I said, laughing, and he kissed my chest again.
I felt his hands slide underneath me as he fumbled with my bra.
He bit his lip as he made eye contact with me.
He sighed and stopped.
"Do you need help?" I asked.
"Yes." I laughed as he put his head down, embarrassed.
I reached behind my back, snapped the bra out of its thing, and laid back down.
"Can you do the rest?" I joked, and he rolled his eyes, sliding each strap down its respective arm.
He launched my bra off the bed and into the piles of clothes on his floor.
"Oh fuck," he mumbled under his breath.
I felt myself shiver, and goosebumps were all over my arms.
"What?"
"You have beautiful boobs," he said, and I was all red again.
He started kissing my neck where he had bitten. "I love you," he mumbled in my ear again.
I leaned into him.
He slid his hands back up to my chest and squeezed them both softly. I moaned and felt my back arch slightly as he continued to nip at my neck.
And then he pulled away and looked at me.
"You taste so good," he said with the same lustful haze he had while he was sucking my blood. I let out a laugh.
"I hope vampire Mark isn't back," I said, he didn't find it as funny as I did.
"What? I'm hilarious, you have to admit-." I felt my breath hitch as he licked one of my nipples and then started to suck on it. I felt myself squirm. My chest heaved as my breath continued to quicken.
"Oh god," I said, arching my back slightly again. I felt my breathing pick up and go faster and faster if it even could. My face was flushed.
He bit my nipple lightly and then sucked harder, moving back and forth from one breast to the other.
"Fuck," I moaned, pushing him back down and grinding my hips against him.
Being horny makes you do questionable things.
He looked up at me as I felt his erection press against me. I moaned louder, running my hands through his soft hair.
He groaned and pushed me back down onto the bed, his hands traveling down my body and sliding down and under my panties.
"Are you wet?" he asked, biting my lower lip. I felt myself gag as I tensed up all over.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it's just dirty talk; it's so awkward. I love it, but it's just so awkward," I said, laughing, and he started laughing and smiling at me.
"Yes, though," I whispered in my ear, and he gave me this smirk. I felt the tension start to build up in my abdomen.
He spread my legs wider and took my underwear off. I covered my mouth as I blushed again.
He ran his tongue up and down my slit, and I felt a moan leave my throat as I grabbed onto the bedsheets. His fingers. His finger gently stroked me. I moaned louder and arched my back, giving him full access to my body.
I was getting hotter and hotter as the beats of my heart started to blare in my ears.
"Fuck," he groaned, burying his face in between my legs and sucking me harder. I cried out and writhed under him, my chest heaving and my pleasure building higher and higher.
He pulled away from me and looked at me; his eyes were burning with lust again.
"You taste so fucking good." and before I could even react, he leaned down and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
"I love you," he whispered against my lips.
"I love you too," I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling back down on top of me.
I watched him struggle to take off his boxers, and then I watched him throw them.
"Someone's excited," I said with a smile.
"I have been excited for a lot longer than I would like to admit," he said, clearly embarrassed.
Wait. "Wait, how can you get hard if you have no blood?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes.
"What it's an actual question? How do you get hard if you-?" I felt myself put my hand over my mouth as one of his fingers entered me.
"Stop talking and enjoy yourself," he said, and I let out a shaky laugh.
"Okay," I said, and he slipped another finger into me, and I felt myself moan again.
"You're oddly loose," he said, and I snapped my head and looked at him.
"I didn't mean that in a bad way. I'm sorry. I meant it like, Uh, I want to fuck you way, but not in like, a you're a whore kind of way," Mark said, and I started to melt as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me faster and faster.
"Oh, fuck," I said. I felt my pleasure keep going, and the world started to spin as I struggled underneath him.
Oh god, oh god. I felt myself once more writhing under him, and my orgasm washing over me.
I cried out as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. He was going to send me over the edge again.
My chest heaved as he finally pulled his fingers out and looked at me.
"That's nasty," I said, shutting my eyes.
"What? You taste good; can't I enjoy my woman?" wow momma. I felt myself shiver. For once, I wasn't repulsed by dirty talk.
Oh lord.
"I'm sorry," he said, embarrassed.
"No need; that was hot," I said, covering my mouth and blushing. Oh god, I should be grossed out like I always was. But I wasn't. I wasn't because it was him. He was growing on me, literally.
I looked at him, and his eyes burned with lust.
"Turn around," he said. Say less. I rolled myself over and presented my ass to him.
That was a little too fast.
He slapped my ass.
"At least take-."
"I have; now take a deep breath," he said. I felt myself shiver.
"This is so awkward," I said as he pulled my hips towards him, so I was actually face down ass up.
"I think it's hot," he said, kissing my spine. I shivered.
"Stop tensing so much and calm down; take a deep breath. I'm not going to ask you again," he said, and I did as he asked.
He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly slid inside me.
I tensed again, and I heard his breath hitch.
"Calm down," he mumbled. Okay, I could be calm. I tried to slow my breathing, but my heartbeat was making it nearly impossible to even hear my breath.
He grabbed onto my hips tightly and slowly pushed his way into me.
"Fuck, Mark," I said, this was very overwhelming.
"Calm down, baby; I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he filled me.
I moaned as he started to move. His thrusts were slow and steady at first but I felt as his pace gradually sped up and so did the intensity.
"Oh god," he mumbled. "You feel amazing."
I felt myself drowning in moan after moan as he gripped my hips tightly.
He drove deeper and deeper into me. I cried out. I put my head down on the pillow.
He took one of his hands off my hip and lifted my head off the pillow.
"I want to hear you," Mark said. "Damn, that sounded desperate. My bad." I laughed as I propped myself up so my face wouldn't be covered.
He pumped into me harder and faster; his breathing was ragged and mixed in between grunts. His movements were so desperate. I matched his pace, pushing against him with every thrust.
"Fuck baby," he moaned. He continued going faster and faster. I heard him claw at my hips as he cried out and buried himself deep inside me, his climax sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt him collapse on the bed, and I followed, my body still trembling from the intense pleasure.
"Sorry I came so fast; it's been forever since I have had a woman as gorgeous as yourself," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Smooth," I said.
"It was truly incredible, though," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and bringing me closer.
I smiled at him.
"It was for me too," I said, gushing at him.
"Better than Ethan?" I rolled my eyes.
"Way better!" I laughed, and he kissed my neck.
I felt myself start to drift off. I felt his arms tighten around me and pull me closer.
He looked up at me. "Can I lay my head on your chest?" he asked, and I nodded. He held my waist and rested his head on my boobs.
I put my hand in his hair and massaged his head.
"You alright?" he asked me, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm just tired," I said.
"I understand," he said and we lay there in silence. I kissed the top of his head and squeezed him.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Mark asked. Would I regret this? Eh.
"Of course, Mark, of course," I said, and he kissed my lips.
"Thank you," he said, and he yawned. "Goodnight, my love."
"Goodnight Mark."