Free Marked (Marked #3) by Elena M. Reyes

he just glared. “Problem?”
    “If your ribs weren’t hurt…” he trailed off before placing one of his hands on either side of my hips. Firm, his hold held me in place while I tried to buck my hips. Demonstrated once again how much stronger than I he was. Told him without words how much I enjoyed his manipulation.
    Leaning forward, Talan licked me from chin to the center of my lips, tracing over my own before giving me a wink and moving lower. Down my collarbones, he inhaled deep.
    “I love you, Maya…more than my own goddamned life.” A slow trail of his tongue between my breasts and then he paused, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You are mine to worship like a queen. To cherish like no man has ever cherished a woman.”
    Eyes watering, I placed my small hand on his cheek. “No woman has ever felt more adored than I do.” Pulling him back up my body, I kissed him. “Love you so much.”
    “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
    Skimming my lips over his, I pecked them once…twice, before he took back control. Softly, he released the left side of my hip and fisted my hair. Angling my head to his liking, his passion overwhelmed me. Condemned me. I was drowning in him.
    Then his fingers tightened just a tiny bit ever mindful of my injury.
    “Shit,” it left me as a whimpered groan. Approval.
    The very tips of his fingers massaged my scalp while he held me to his liking. Not enough to hurt, but I welcomed the feeling.
    I watched him. Saw as the fucking thirst within him turned into a raging river of lust.
    Pupils dilated, Talan raised himself over me, ever careful to keep his body weight off. Nose to nose. Chest to chest. Hunger radiated throughout his entire being, battled within him. His desire to go slow was losing against the need to fuck me raw. “You are also mine to take like a whore. When I want. How I want. This sweet pussy…” cupping me with the hand that was left on my hip “…comes when I say it does.” Massaging me, he ran the tips of his fingers over my saturated lips. “By my cock. By my fingers. By my motherfucking tongue.”
    Before I could reply he was settled between my thighs, his nose parting my folds. Felt his hot breath, as he inhaled and then exhaled over my trembling clit. I wanted to move, but again, he had me pinned to the bed, legs parted while my thighs cradled him.
    The sight of him alone. The look in his eyes while he bit his lips made me gush.
    “Mouthwatering fucking pussy,” his mumbled response was spoken against the skin of my right thigh. His tongue swirled, tasted the bit of wetness that covered it, and mother of God, his chest vibrated. That animalistic grunt of pleasure that escaped him was almost my undoing.
    “Talan.” At the sound of his name, his eyes met mine; the look in his eyes was angry at being interrupted. “I need—”
    “I know what the fuck you need, Bitty.” To prove his point, he flicked my clit twice. Asshole knew how crazed—sensitive I was. “Don’t interrupt me again.”
    “But…” A raise of the eyebrow, and my lips were sealed.
    “Good girl.” Was it condescending? Maybe, but I loved him like this. Secure. Demanding. Controlling.
    With a gentle squeeze to my left hip, Talan lowered his face once again and breathed me in. With a wicked grin on his lips, he rubbed his cheek against my wetness while running a single digit through my wet folds, collecting the juices that pooled there at my opening and spreading it over my puckered hole.
    “Oh God.” It felt good. His touch sent little shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Every nerve ending on high alert and waiting, open and accepting of everything he had to give.
    “One day…” he swiped his tongue over my clit and sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips “…I’m going to fuck you here. Fill you with my come and then watch it dribble out of you slowly.” My hips rose up and a loud gasp left my throat. Fuck, did I want it. Now. “Dirty little