Free City of the Fallen by Diana Bocco Page B

out of his throat in response was so guttural, so basic and primitive, it shook her to the core. 
     
    Teeth reached higher, following a trail up her thigh until they reached the throbbing pulse of a vein. Right at the crease of her thigh, so she could almost feel his breath rolling over the swollen lips of her sex. She let out a moan and he growled in response, sending delicious waves of heat up and into her, filling her and driving her insane with lust.
     
    His teeth pressed just a little harder and the sensation was so erotic, she couldn’t hold back a cry. The realization of what he was about to do hit her just a couple of seconds before his fangs pierced her skin. He sucked on the blood flowing out, grunting as he savored the warmth of the liquid rushing in.
     
    A flash of agonizing pleasure ripped through her body, the orgasm hitting her hard and unexpectedly. As she was coming, waves of pleasure ripping through her, he moved in between her legs and rammed into her. She was pulsing from the orgasm and the invasion felt on the edge of painful. Lusciously painful and breaching and  oh-so-amazing . Her muscles clenched around him, holding on tight.
     
    “I’ve never wanted anybody this much, Belle,” he said and the words dug into her with unexpected force, reaching for her mind, for her soul. “Seeing you come drives me insane.”
     
    Her core tightened as the words rippled over her. She thought it wasn’t possible for her to come again, but then he pumped harder into her and something stirred, feeding the hunger and making her entire body shiver. He was so big and so deep inside her, she felt stretched, invaded. Taken. 
     
    He moved again, grunting every time he rocked his hips against her. His beautiful features were taut with restraint, a predatory glimmer over his cheekbones and the tight curve of his neck. He was holding back, trying to maintain control. And she desperately wanted him to let loose, to be so overcome with the fire that he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except pound into her.
     
    She pushed into him, her hips deepening the invasion, stretching her more. He grew bigger, tighter, hotter, both inside her and over her skin. His control frayed, edged over the abyss. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her, a current of heat crackling between them, irradiating with such intensity, she could almost feel her skin smoldering.
     
    “I want you to come again, Belle,” he grunted, then rammed inside her again. 
     
    The words made her gasp, tension and need building higher until she was moaning along with him. 
     
    He grabbed her thighs, holding her against him as he pounded harder and more feverishly. Reaching so deep she thought she might break. And then she wished would increase the pressure, the soreness, the delicious torture building inside her. 
     
    “Marcus… please, more,” she purred, her head heavy with the buzz of hunger and need. 
     
    A flash of darkness crossed over his face, making her moan. He reached down to kiss her, a hint of violence in the tongue invading her mouth. He tasted so real, so humanly raw. He growled into her mouth, the edges of his control blurring away.
     
    And then the threads of her desire snapped and she came with a ferocity that made her whole body spasm. She gasped for air as the waves of ecstasy slashed into her body with unforgiving intensity.
     
    He pulled away from her mouth and rammed into her once, twice more, riding the orgasm with her until he exploded, ripples of breathless pleasure cutting through both of their bodies.
     
    “Ah, Belle, damn it…” he rasped, deep and raw. He spurted into her for what seemed like minutes. Thick, hot, pulsing. And also open and vulnerable, giving himself to her, to the pleasure they shared.
     
    His body collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the bed. She was still breathing heavy when he finally rolled off her, already calm and in control again. He didn’t go far, pulling her into