Night Fury: First Act (Night Fury 1)

My breathing turns ragged. “Now. Right now. More, please.”

He thrusts up into me, so deeply a groan is forced out of me. A loud one. My eyes flutter closed, and I hear his strained, “Don’t you f**king dare. Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

Chest heaving, I open my eyes and they meet his. He smirks and continues his controlled, deep thrusts. “That’s it. See me.”

A sudden feeling of neediness radiates from my core.

More.

I need more.

Zing.

I lift my leg to drape over his hip. He growls. I beg on a whisper, “More. Faster.”

He works himself harder, jaw clenched, biting his lip, thrusting deep and fast. I thread my arms under his to wrap around his back, and pure satisfaction warms my body when I feel sweat beading along his body.

That’s all for you. That effort, that work. All for you, Cat.

My orgasm, once again, comes hard and fast. Tingles start up my spine. White dots blur my vision. My nails dig into Marco’s back. As I tighten around him, he groans, “Yeah, baby. Fuck. Take it.”

My head is thrown back in a fit of pleasure. My back arches off the bed, sealing my front to his strong, delicious body. I gasp then moan out, “Marco,” as my pu**y clenches around him, gripping him. Thanking him.

His mouth opens in a silent moan, and his eyes drift closed as his thrusts turn erratic. He buries his face in my neck, and the smell of his cologne wafts over me. He smells delicious.

Still floating in the aftershocks of bliss, I move my hand to grip the back of his head to hold him to me. The sound of our combined heavy breathing fills his room. All at once, his hips jerk into me then still. He growls into my neck, and then bites me at the point where my neck and shoulder meet.

The unforeseen move forces my own hips to jerk into him.

His body turns rigid. He bites harder. I gasp as I feel his c**k twitch inside me. He groans low in his throat. Then it’s over. We’re spent. We collapse into each other, chests heaving.

I am in awe. No wonder people do this, and often. We just finished and I want to do it again.

My heart races.

Zing.

“That was amazing,” I whisper shakily.

Still connected, Marco turns us onto our sides and watches me intensely. His stare is so deep, so confronting, that I avoid looking into his eyes and dip my chin to his chest. Fingers come under my chin and lift my face. My eyes meet his reluctantly, and I watch his lips twitch. He utters in reverence, “You’re amazing.”

He lowers his mouth to mine, and my eyes close at the connection. I feel this kiss deep in my soul. This kiss isn’t an action. It’s a conversation. So much is said in this kiss. My fingertips graze his chin as I deepen the connection.

I feel his lips curve against mine and I grin right back. He chuckles into my mouth. “So f**king worth it.”

Dear Lord. I’m doomed.

Chapter Sixteen

Sneaking out of Marco’s room wasn’t easy. Not because I was worried about anyone else seeing me. It was pretty obvious that at four a.m., no one would be awake. The trouble with sneaking out of Marco’s room...was Marco.

“Don’t leave. Stay here. It’s just a few hours.” Grasping my hand tightly, he argued, “Just have a nap with me. I’ll set my alarm and we’ll get up together,” he smirked while looking over my body, “and shower together.”

I scoffed, “Yeah, that’d go well.” I straightened and imitated how things would likely go down. “Hey, Bob! Yeah, Cat and I slept together, and now we’re just gonna go shower. What’s that? You’re going to kill me?” I looked down at my stomach and blinked. “You f**king shot me, Bob!” For dramatic effect, I threw myself back on the bed and closed my eyes. “Oh, nuts, I’m dead.”

Marco’s silent laughter shook the bed and I grinned. He was so easy to talk to and joke with. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable with a person before him.

After we had sex, Marco got up and tried to insist I let him bathe me, but there was no way I was going to risk being caught showering with him. Mirage has a communal bathing area, much like a gym or college. Think of the living quarters as dorm rooms—spacey dorm rooms, but still dorm rooms without bathrooms.

When I refused to shower with him, he sighed as if I were aggravating, got up, took care of the condom and shuffled around his room for a little while. He came back to bed holding a bottle of water in one hand, and a towel in the other.

The towel was white.

My eyes widened. I jerked my chin towards the towel and snorted, “I am not using that.”

He lowered his eyes down at the towel. “Why not?”

I choked out, “It’s white!” He stared at me, clearly not getting it. I rolled my eyes. “It’ll be red by the time I’m done.”

He shrugged. “I’ll say I cut myself shaving.” I hesitated, and he sighed, “Do you want me to find a darker towel?”

“Yes, please,” I muttered thankfully.

The room fell silent when he slipped on his jeans and headed out. It only took him a minute to find another one. When he returned with a red towel in hand, I stood, walked over to him and held my hand out for it. He glowered at my hand and pulled the towel back, out of reach. “You want it; you need to pay for it.”

My eyes narrowed. “With what?”

His eyes grew hooded. “Come here.”

Taking a single step closer, I squeaked when his arms wrapped around me and he lifted me off the ground, holding me close to his bare chest. He took my lips in a demanding kiss. A kiss that felt wonderful and left me feeling wanted.

When he let me go, he looked down at me and pushed a stray hair behind my ear. “Debt paid.” He handed me the towel, and taking the water bottle to a deserted corner of his room, I washed myself in silence with my back to Marco, glad for the fact I couldn’t see my own blood on the soft fabric I cleaned myself with.

Before long, I was done, and as soon as I came within a foot of the bed, I was pulled back onto it and into Marco’s welcoming arms.

Lying next to him made me feel small, and the way his body towered over mine left me feeling safe and protected. His gentle nature was a definite surprise, as was his need to touch me. I expected something different, but I was happy with what I got. Extremely happy.

Lifting my hand high, he played with my fingers and avoided my gaze. “Don’t go.”

He was so sweet and attentive, and I really, really wanted to stay. But away I went.

He kissed me hard by his door, and then pressed kisses to my hands, the hands he held in his. He tried hard to convince me to let him walk me to the church building. I assured him I was a big girl and had walked the lot this early thousands of times. Reluctantly, he let me go, and I walked the entire way to my room with a huge smile on my face.