“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.”

He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.

My shirt is instantly pushed up until he’s forced to stop because of the position he has put my arms in. I can tell he’s trying to figure out if making me move from my position is worth removing the shirt completely. Then he looks up into my eyes before jumping off the bed and walking over to the desk in the corner.

He searches the top, looking through each pen-filled coffee mug, before pulling the drawers open. My eyes widen when I see him turn holding a pair of scissors. I open my mouth to protest, but at the hard look he shoots my way, I snap my jaw shut.

He stalks back to the bed, but when I thought he would climb back on top of me, he just places the scissors on the bed and hooks a thumb under his underwear before pushing the tight black material down his powerful thighs. His cock springs free, his red, angry tip wet with his pre-come, and I lick my lips.

One of his hands grabs the scissors and the other starts to stroke the hard flesh between his legs.

“I want to see you wearing my marks, Ember. Your hips already have my handprint and just seeing that on you makes the animal you’ve awoken inside me fucking pleased. But it’s not enough. I need you to wear my marks.” He starts to mumble some more under his breath, but I can’t make out his words with my loud and harsh breathing echoing throughout the room. When he brings the scissors up and starts to cut my shirt up the center of my breasts, I cry out. Not in pain but in anticipated pleasure. He walks to the foot of the bed when he’s done and looks up my body before placing his hands down and slowly making his way back to me. “I’m going to eat you now. With my hands holding your legs captive at the back of your spread thighs, digging my fingers in each time you try to deny me what I’m going to take. My tongue will make you so crazy you might come, but you had better not. Not until I’ve marked enough of this perfect tan skin.”

Then, true to his warning, his hands are pushing between my legs and the mattress as he lifts and pushes until he’s holding me to his mouth by the bruising grip he has on the back of my thighs. I can feel the wetness of our combined fluids running down the crack of my ass. My legs being pushed until I can feel the top of my thighs touching my belly as my toes touch the top of the headboard.

If I could find a way to open my eyes, I might find it funny that I can look at my toes at this moment, but when he opens his mouth and closes his wide lips over my core with a hard suck, I’m pretty sure I died.

I scream, pant, and almost black out as he moves his mouth against the slick wetness he’s causing. My fingers cramp up as I hold on to the mattress for dear life. The only thing keeping me from coming right now is the look in his eyes that I see when I finally open my own. He’s looking up my body with burning eyes. Eyes that are daring me to disobey his demand. For a brief second, I consider giving in to the need my body has to come, just to see what he will do, but when I open my mouth, his eyes narrow and his growls vibrate against my pussy. I almost lose my control, almost come against his mouth, and he knows it since his tongue is feeling the fluttering of my inner walls as I fight to hold on.

And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he releases me with a pop. His tongue coming out to give one thick flat swipe before his hold on my thighs eases and my legs are tenderly placed on the bed once again.