Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

“Nothing,” she bit out, more angry than frightened now. “And I’m sick as hell of waking up to nothing but empty dreams. I won’t be a nun for you, so you can hide from this.”

“I’m not hiding from it.” He shook his head harshly. “Dammit, Marly. I’m not one of your teenaged boys. The things I want to do would send you into hysterics. The things I want you to do would destroy you and any love you have for me.”

He didn’t want that. He couldn’t have that. He needed Marly. Needed her love and her laughter more than she would ever know.

“Try me,” she challenged him harshly. “Don’t keep turning me away Cade. I need you. Please, I need you.”

His lips swallowed the last of her words as they covered hers. Swift and sure, making no concessions for innocence or nightmare as he jerked her to him, one hand holding her head securely, the other thrusting the comforter away harshly as his arm went around her waist.

He kissed her like a man possessed. His lips eating at her, his tongue staking his claim on the moist interior of her mouth. She moaned against the invasion, allowing her tongue to tangle with his, her hands to clutch desperately at his shoulders.

“You’ll kill me,” he whispered as he tore his mouth away, his lips running over her neck.

“Touch me,” she panted, shuddering as his teeth nipped at the skin of her neck. “Cade. Please, please touch me.”

He drew back only enough to gaze down into her face.

“Have you ever come for a man?” He growled. “Tell me now if you have, Marly. I need to know how to make it easy for you. Don’t lie to me, not about this.” Savage and intense his eyes snared hers.

She shook her head harshly, her arousal sweeping over her mindlessly.

“Never,” she gasped. “Never, Cade. No other man has touched me. Please make me come. Please.”

He clenched his teeth, his breath rumbling from his chest as he fought himself. Then he was pushing her down on the bed, coming over her as his lips clamped on the tip of her breast, his tongue curling around her nipple, rasping the ultra sensitive nerves with a stroke of fire.

“You want to come for me, baby?” He parted her thighs, moving over her as his lips moved to her stomach, his tongue painting her skin with need as his lips sent her body trembling with passion.

“Yes,” she gasped, her fingers in his hair now, her head twisting on the bed as he moved swiftly down her body. “Only you, Cade. I only want to come for you.”

He paused the moment his lips were poised over the vee of her thighs. Marly opened her eyes, watching as he gazed down at her.

“Oral sex,” he groaned. “This isn’t oral sex, Marly, it’s a feast for kings, and I’m about to devour it.”

His head lowered, then his tongue touched her. Marly cried out, arching to the soft stroke of his tongue as it circled her clit. His hands pushed her thighs further apart, his lips settling on her, suckling her in time to the slow flicks of his tongue.

Marly panted for air. Her heart was ready to burst out of her chest her excitement soared so high. She was no longer cold, no longer frightened. She was so hot she felt on fire. Cade’s tongue was an instrument of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Sweeping through the velvet folds of skin, licking sensually at her clit, then suckling it firmly. She was bucking against his mouth, hanging on an edge that was both terrifying and exhilarating as she fought the mindless sensations ripping through her body.

Cade didn’t protest her heaving body. He merely gripped her thighs in his hands, held her hips steady and proceeded to torture her in a way that left her breathless, pleading. Then that devilish tongue moved lower. It dipped into the soft recess of her body, thrusting inside her, making her cry out harshly.

She was disoriented, shaking in need as he growled, rose from the delicate feast he was making of her, and turned her quickly to her stomach.

“Cade?” She felt his hand smooth over the soft rise of her buttocks.

“Shhh. Baby, what did you do to this pretty little rear?” He groaned. “It’s so damned red I’d swear someone smacked it.”

Marly flinched. She had been whipped in her dream. She would have questioned him, but suddenly she felt his lips on the tender flesh. She groaned, shuddering as his palms smoothed over her, pulling the rounded cheeks apart tenderly.

“Scared yet, Marly?” he asked her roughly, his fingers holding her apart, his breath hot and moist at the tender bud she knew he sought.

“No,” she cried out harshly.

Her head tossed as his lowered. His tongue swiped over the area quickly. From the clenching, drenched vaginal opening to the tight little hole of her anus. His tongue licked her over and over again, dipping into each entrance with slick deliberation as his hands spread her thighs further apart, smoothing over her skin, making her tense, groan, and push against his mouth for more.

Then he turned her to her back again, raising her thigh, his tongue penetrating her with a smooth, deep thrust that had her bucking against his mouth.

“Scared?” he groaned, his head raising, his voice dark, harsh.

Scared? Terrified he would stop.