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I have to have him. Fire burns
within me and I crave his touch. “Marcus,” I grunt.
    “Yes?”
he asks, coyness lacing his response.
    “Will
you at least cover me up?” I say through clenched teeth. If only he could see
my eyes beneath the blindfold burning a hole through it.
    “What
if I like the view?” His soft words float on the air and a tingle shoots over
my skin.
    My
heart flickers at the thought of him enjoying the view of my body. He wants me
like I want him. But I don't know why. Maybe because he
risked his life to save me. Maybe because he's the most handsome man
I've ever seen. Our paths first crossed tonight, and I know nothing of this man
other than that everything inside me burns for him.
    “Not
fair if I can't see you now, is it?” I reply with an ache in my words.
    “Oh,
but, Rose, this is my house. My rules.” His chair
creaks as he rises from it. Heat from his body rushes my skin as he nears, and
the blankets tug out from under me. “But I'll be nice, just this once.”
    “I
don't want nice,” I say as my legs wrap around his torso and flip him onto the
bed. His face lands on top of my breasts and he sucks one into his mouth. The
hot, wet flesh of his tongue laps at my pebbled nipple as he works it between
his teeth. Desire burns like fire in my veins, and I can only respond in a
moan.
    Finally,
a man I want to make me his.
    ****
    Her
soft body flinches beneath my touch. My heart hammers to a hum, full of shock
and excitement at her turn of play. I can no longer hold back, and my fingers
curl into her hips as they lock around my body. Steeped in arousal, her scent
lures me in, and I crave to dive into her head first. But her powerful thighs
lock me in place, forcing me to make love to her breasts with my mouth.
    Airy
moans fill my ears as I flick my tongue over her hard nipple. “You like playin ' hard and rough, don't you?”
    “I
don't think you have it in you to play rough, Marcus.” Her words come out
convincing, but her panting gasps between them tell me she's
already liking my moves. And she has no idea who she's dealing with. I'm
not so sure she'll like my version of rough.
    I
thrust out of her glorious hips, shove my arms over them and re-clench them
around my waist, gripping her outer thighs. My fingers press into her flesh,
and she stills beneath me. “Are you sure you want to see me rough?”
    “Does
that mean you'll remove my blindfold?” A laugh follows her words.
    “Not
tonight,” I whisper, hoping there'll be more nights to follow.
    My
hands shove her legs apart and I'm swallowed by the beauty of her perfect pink
pussy. Cream slicks her in a sensual sheen. She's stunning and it takes all my
resolve not to slam my stone-hard cock right into her. But if I want more
nights with her, I must make her come back. I must make her beg for more.
    I
slap my hand across her mound. The sting of my strike ripples through my
fingers and her hips arch in response. Loud moans echo through the tiny room
followed by short, labored breaths. My fingers drag across her, starting at her
swollen clit and slipping down into the wide open channel where I plunge them
in and out of her bucking hips.
    “Is
this what you want, Red?” I growl as I work them faster in and out of her with
one hand while the other flicks across her swelling bud.
    “Yes,”
she whispers in more of a moan than a word.
    “Say
it like you mean it,” I demand and shove my fingers in further, bumping against
her most sensitive spot.
    “Fuck,
yes, Marcus. More please,” she gasps, rocking her hips in rhythm with my hands.
    I
slam her hips to the bed and nuzzle my face between her legs. Her juices slick
my lips as I work my tongue along her cleft. My hands grip tight to her ass,
squeezing her flesh between them. The animal part of me roars inside as it
sniffs her delicious scent and my cock throbs against the blankets. I rock my
own hips, aching for release. My tongue laps at her, spreading her sheen over
her swollen hard