Mimi wet her lips. "Mark me."
At her words, his eyes flared with heat, and he sank his teeth into her shoulder, causing her to cry out. The animal nature of the bite surprised her and sent her heart thundering. He slid his hands up her arms and pinned her to the bed. "Don't tempt me." Adam nuzzled into the curve of her neck and bit her there as well. The pain and the pleasure entwined, one tangling into the other, amplifying the sensations. When he pushed one solid thigh between her legs and forced them apart, she trembled. The more he displayed his strength, the wetter her molten body became. Threading his fingers with hers, he came over her. Legs spread wide, she jerked with pleasure and surprise as the hard heat of him came against her.
Restlessly, she shifted her hips until he settled just inside her. Panting, she waited with her body screaming with need. His ribs were bellows, and she felt him quiver with control. Painfully slow, he eased deeper, forcing her wet body open. No matter how she wiggled or moved, he drew back and stroked forward at the pace of his choosing, flooding her with sensation and fullness. Helpless, she arched, pressing the back of her head into the bed. Again and again, he rocked against her in a way that flooded sensation across her clit. All of her skin felt hot as she grew restless with need. Drawing her knees up, she wrapped her legs around the mountain of a man above her. His chest was an unyielding wall.
Voice dark with lust, he purred at her. "So, you want me to mark you?"
Desperately, she cried out, "Yes."
Pushing her deeper into the bed, he growled, "You wear my name." Each stroke emphasized his words. "My ring. You take my cock as if you were made for me. Shaped to perfection." He pushed deep. "For me."
Bending down, her husband bit her shoulder hard enough to make her cry out. He moved one hand down to grip her hip. The pleasure washed through her with the pain, salt and sugar. When he stopped being gentle, and stroked into her with force, she yielded to him, softening under him like molten copper. Carrying the heat, lifted by it, she was pounded soft. An ocean of fluid under him, wet and willing. Her orgasm lifted her chest, pressing her tight to him. Each thrust forced her higher, made her louder. When she came, liquid thunder roared through her body, and she cried out his name into the darkened room. He growled above her as his own pleasure took him.
In the quiet, there was the sound of her heart and both of their breathing. He eased off of her and collapsed onto the bed. Opened and tender, she felt so much joy that a tear rolled down her face.
He reached over and his rough thumb brushed the wetness from her cheek, only to catch another. "Did I hurt you?"
She rolled toward him and came to rest against his side, and pressed her wet face into his arm. "No."
"The tears?"
Looking at him through the starlight of her lashes, she said, "I feel anointed."
His chin lifted, and he pulled her closer. He tugged the tangled covers up over her. "And is that good or bad?" Tenderly, he brushed her hair back from her face.
"I feel clean." A damp lock of her hair curled around his finger. "Not outside. Inside. Like water poured from a bowl."
"That sounds beautiful."
Mimi touched her fingertips to the tears that were still slipping free and sliding across her cheeks in wonder. Showing the wetness to him, she smiled a shy smile. "I guess you make me wet everywhere."
When he wrapped his arms around her, she curled up against the furnace of his body, tucking herself against his chest, within the shelter of his arms. Adam pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
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