'Til Death: Volume One

I swallow.

Damn.

“If you do,” he says, his voice dropping. He slides his pointer finger down my chest, trailing it between my cleavage and down my belly, “I’ll make you wish you didn’t.”

“In a good or bad way?”

His eyes flash to mine and he bares his teeth. God, this man is dangerously sexy. “Do you want to come, Katia?”

Well, I’m here, aren’t I?

“I didn’t come for a picnic,” I mutter.

His lip quirks and he leans down, pressing his lips to my ear. There, he whispers, “I very much came for a picnic, and the first thing I’m going to eat, precious, is you.”

Oh. My.

I clamp my lips shut, because I most certainly want him to eat me. He nips my earlobe, causing little trembles to leave my body, before continuing with the removal of my dress. He slides it up, leaning down to press kisses up my stomach as he moves it. My skin prickles and my legs automatically go over to tangle with his. He makes light work of my dress, flicking it off and throwing it onto the floor.

Then he takes a moment to stare. I squirm under his gaze, because it’s that intense. His eyes slide over my body, starting from my face and moving down until he stops at my panties. His lip quirks and I know exactly why. My thong has a kitty on it, with a caption: Hello Pussy. It’s meant to be a funny rip-off of Hello Kitty in the sexy-panties kind of way.

My cheeks flush and I keep my mouth closed. No need to try and explain that one. Marcus finally moves his gaze back to my face and his eyes are full of lust and danger. He reaches down, cupping my breasts in his big hands and a whimper escapes my lips. That feels amazing. He leans down, bringing his lips to mine again and I let him, devouring every moment that I can taste him. He tastes amazing.

His hands roughly fondle my breasts, before slipping around and removing my bra. He flicks it off and then, without warning, wrenches his mouth from mine and drops his face into my cleavage. He sucks, licks and bites my flesh and nipples. I’m squirming and whimpering desperately by the time he starts moving down my body, sucking my skin into his mouth as his fingers curl into my panties.

Meanwhile, he’s still got all of his clothes on.

He tugs at my panties and before I know it, they’re gone. Then his hands are pressing to my knees and he pushes my legs open. Oh God. He makes a throaty sound, before murmuring, “Sweet fuckin’ pussy, Katia.”

The way he says it, his voice is a low husk, slightly rumbling but delectable. He lowers his mouth between my legs and breathes over me, puff after puff of air, brushing against my exposed pussy. While he’s taunting me like this, his finger is sliding up and down the outside of my pussy lips, making my core tighten and my depths become wet and ready. I squirm, clenching my jaw, wanting him to do something. The desperation is killing me.

But I won’t beg.

I’m not a beggar.

He must sense this, because I swear, I can feel him smile against my pussy as he finally closes his mouth over my clit. He sucks it into his mouth like a God damned vacuum, taking it in and out, sucking forcefully. I buck beneath him, digging my fingernails into the soft flesh of my palms as I gasp his name. He devours me like I’m his last meal and he’s about to walk death row.

Then, just as I’m about to come, he pulls back. I open my mouth, then close it, then whimper desperately. He looks down at me, and God, his beauty will never get old. He’s the kind of man you would happily look at for the rest of your life. His dark eyes are sparkling with humor, and I know right away he’s proud that he’s left me hanging.

“What was that for?” I breathe.

“Talking.”

Simple. Straight to the point. I get the feeling Marcus is like this all the time.

I don’t answer. I don’t because he’s testing me. He wants me to answer him, to throw sass, but let me tell you . . . I am not missing out on another orgasm Marcus Tandem is offering. Hell to the no. With a pleased growl, Marcus slowly undresses. The tie goes first, then the white shirt. I gasp when I get a good look at the tattoos on his chiseled, smooth, olive chest.

He’s got a massive, circular design over his left pec. It looks slightly tribal and I won’t deny that it’s hot. Then he’s got more Celtic-like designs going down the left side of his body, yet the right is completely ink free, except for the design curling up and around his neck. Jesus, he’s hot. I move my eyes from his tattoos and take in his exceptionally muscled body. He’s not too big, not too small. He’s perfectly built, having everything a man should have.

Then he drops his pants.

And I see right away he’s got far more than any man should have.

My lips part and I gasp as I take in his thick, hard cock. He doesn’t make any move to hide it, or shy away, which only confirms that Marcus Tandem is a player. No man is that confident otherwise. He stands before me, as if letting me take him in. He’s allowing me to paint a perfect mental image in my mind. And I am. Boy, I most certainly am.

He’s to die for.

That’s not even an exaggeration.

His cock is thick, hard and long. There are four little barbells weaved through the mushroom-shaped head, and I instantly wonder how they’ll feel driving in and out of my pussy. At that very thought, I become wetter. I want to clench my legs together, but the way Marcus is looking at me tells me he likes what he sees. I like what I see. I guess we’re in the same boat.

“Put your fingers in your pussy,” he rasps, breaking the silence.