Free Sinful's Desire by Gracie Meadows Jana Leigh Page B

circled the sensitive nub, rousing it to hardness, then biting down to draw the sweetest blood of all, the taste lingering as Marlee screamed in orgasm, her body bucking against the grip of his hands, his mouth. Shudders rippled her muscles beneath him as he lapped up the delicious juice of her orgasm, eliciting renewed cries of pleasure from Marlee.
    “Mo Chroi,” he whispered, blowing softly on her sensitive clit. “So sweet.”
    “Please,” she whispered. “Oh God, Sin, please.”
    Desire overwhelmed him. He lifted himself from between her legs and drove his cock deep inside her with a powerful thrust that lifted her from the bed.
    She groaned with pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, trapping him, holding him in the scorching heat of her pussy. He lowered his head to claim her mouth once again, mingling the tastes of their bodies, tasting himself on her tongue, letting her taste her own sweetness on his. He plunged in and out, driven by a lust he’d never felt before, claiming her, marking her as his own so no other vampire, no other man, would ever dare take her from him.
    When he felt his climax building, felt the tightening in his balls that told him he wouldn’t be able to resist her temptation much longer, he let his mouth find the sweet vein in her neck, letting his fangs drop completely to caress her skin and sink into her. Hot blood slid down his throat as his come shot deep inside her.
    Marlee convulsed beneath him, joining him in an overwhelming orgasm, muffling her screams against his shoulder as her nails clawed his back open once again. He collapsed on top of her, his tongue lapping lazily at the trickle of blood from her neck, feeling her heart pound against his chest.
    Her legs fell open and he shifted slightly, taking the weight of his body off her slender frame. His cock slipped from within, and she murmured a small protest, one long leg coming up to wrap around his hips, holding him close, nestling him in the warm, wet valley between her legs.
    Sin raised his head and chuckled softly. She opened her eyes at the sound and a fresh bolt of lust stabbed right through his heart. He growled low in his throat. She felt their connection, and her eyes widened. They were mated , she thought and then frowned as she wondered exactly what that meant.
     
    “Marlee,” Sin whispered into her neck. When he had come into the room, she had been moaning. When he joined her on the bed, she had attacked him. Sin had not been able to resist the pull of their connection and so he had taken her again.
    When he came out of the sexual haze they created, he looked down at Marlee—no doubt left, she was his.
    “Sin?” Marlee muttered and opened her eyes. “Shit, that was real?” she whispered.
    Sin smiled and nodded. “Very, and also very good.”
    Marlee blushed and sighed, her eyes swung up to his and she frowned. “Wait, what is a mate?”
    Sin stiffened above her and said. “Get dressed, we need to talk.”

Chapter Twelve
     
    Talk? she laughed to herself, hell yeah, they were going to freaking talk . He had bolted from the room once again when she had asked her question. Who the fuck does that twice to a woman?
    Although this time he had ordered her to come to his office when she was dressed. Fine, she was going to play this his way for the moment. She would go to him and allow him to explain what the hell was going on.
    As she opened the door, she smiled to the man who was standing before her. He had been guarding her door, she assumed.
    “Oh hi, Sin said I was to come to his office?” she said hesitantly. She had no idea the protocol here. Hell, the last time she had been here, she had escaped.
    “I am your escort,” the man said.
    “Oh good, I don’t think we have met have we?” she asked politely and then she closed the door behind her. She liked Cillian, and some of the other men she had met, this one not so much. She got some bad vibes from him.
    “No, we have not,” the man