The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Everything inside me clenches as his lips first place a tentative kiss directly over my clit. He blows gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves and my body thrums with excitement.

His tongue swipes up and down my lower lips, parting them to taste my juices. My eyes fall closed, and my head falls back against the bed. It's like all strength leaves me, I'm hopeless under his touch.

Lance licks and teases my pussy, trying different pressures in different areas. He pushes his tongue inside me as deep as it will go. He makes circles around my clit and sucks on my labia.

After finding what I like most; my clit stimulated, he stays there, flicking the bud back and forth with his tongue. He makes shapes around it and rubs it with the perfect amount of pressure.

The pleasure is indescribable. My first orgasm hurtles through me without warning. My back arches up off of the bed and Lance has to pin me down to stop me from writhing all over the place.

I'm panting when I come down from my high. Lance smiles up at me from between my legs. His warm hands massage my inner thighs, and he places sweet kisses on my pussy.

He's adorable.

'You ready for another' He asks huskily.

I stare at him in shock but find my head nodding without my permission. Lance grins and gets back to work.

I fall back onto the mattress and let him pleasure me. He uses his skilled tongue to draw another two orgasms from my body. I'm shaking with the aftershocks when he finally relents.

He climbs up my body and lays next to me on the bed. He props himself up to look at me and runs his hand up and down my arm.

'You okay, Ines' He asks softly.

I nod and manage to peel my eyes open. I give him a dazed smile.

'More than okay,' I whisper.

He chuckles and pecks my lips. I grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth back to mine. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on him.

He rolls me onto my back and kisses me. It's a hot kiss that has me wanting him with renewed vigor. I slide my hands up and down his body, feeling the smooth plains of his muscular form.

I want him.

I kiss down his neck. I know when I've found the right spot because he shudders above me. I suck on the small area of skin, and he grunts.

'Mark me,' he orders lowly.

I don't need to be told twice.

Without hesitating, my canines elongate, and I bite down on his neck. I mark him as mine, feeling the bond solidify inside me.

Lance gasps my name and grips me tightly. He nudges my hips apart and pokes my entrance with the head of his cock. My teeth are still in his neck when I spread my legs for him, and he slides inside me.

He sinks in until we are completely joined. My whole body is vibrating with pleasure and happiness right now. I finally retract my teeth from his neck.

'Ines,' he moans my name and starts thrusting in and out of me. 'You feel…incredible.'

I lick my lips and lean my head to one side, exposing my neck to him. Lance's eyes latch onto it and he lowers his head. He kisses the sensitive skin, trying to find the right spot.

It takes him mere seconds to locate it. He bites down on my neck before I'm ready, making me jump. I'm not ready for the flood of pleasure that comes with the bite, either.

I shake underneath him, my fingers digging into his biceps. I can feel his muscles all knotted under my hands. He bites down hard, ensuring that his mark is made.

There's no doubt about it, we're bonded now.

When Lance pulls back, he licks the blood from his lips and smiles down at me.

'Thank you,' I murmur, still dazed from the pleasure.

He kisses me softly. 'Thank you.'

Now that we have both marked each other, he can really start moving inside me. I bring my legs up to rest on either side of his hips. This position allows him to enter me even deeper.

He draws back, only to thrust forwards again. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head with how good this feels. I feel as though I'm going to combust, but in the best possible way.

Lance kisses me again, silencing my moans with his tongue. We claw and paw at each other, desperate for a closer hold as he pounds into me.

We chase our climaxes together. I clench around his cock, trying to make myself as tight as possible for him. He grunts into the kiss in response.

He rubs my clit with one hand whilst propping himself up with the other. My sensitized nipples rub against his chest with every thrust. He fucks me in long, hard strokes that have my toes curling against his buttocks.

The tell—tale signs of an impending climax ripple through me. My body clenches, my breathing quickens and my heart rate soars.

'Lance,' I moan his name in warning.

'I know, baby,' he murmurs and kisses my cheek. 'I've got you.'

My orgasm hits and I cry out his name. I throw my head back and an endless stream of moans escapes my lips. Lance fucks me through my climax, drawing it out as long as possible for me.

I hold onto him tightly, as if scared that I might lose him if I let go, as if it might stop feeling this good.

Somewhere in my comedown, Lance finds his pleasure. He groans loudly. His thrusts turn messy and he pistons in and out of me like a man possessed. He chases his pleasure and I get to watch him fall off the metaphorical edge.

His face contorts sexily with pleasure. His lips part and he looks down at me with lust and love. I stroke my hands up and down his back soothingly as he slowly stops shuddering.

'Shit,' he murmurs and pulls out of me.

He collapses onto the bed next to me and I roll over to cuddle into him. His arm automatically comes around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

'That was…'

'Incredible,' I finish for him.

'Yeah,' he says lightly. 'It really was.'

'Wait ten minutes then go again' I ask hopefully.

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. 'Anything you want, baby.'

We sort ourselves out in my en suite and then get back into bed. We actually get under the covers this time. I fall asleep in my mate's arms.

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My neck is a little stiff when I wake up in the morning. Lance is already up; I can hear the water running in the shower.

I slip out of bed and go over to the mirror. I tentatively move my hair to one side and check on my mark. It's red and a little raw, as a fresh bite mark should look, but it makes me smile just looking at it.

Lance suddenly appears behind me, in nothing but a towel which is wrapped around his waist. He puts his arms around me and pulls me back against his bare chest.

'I love your mark,' he says.

My eyes go to my mark on his neck. It's red like mine, but it fills me with pride to see it.

'Mine looks good on you,' he murmurs huskily.

His eyes darken with desire, and he runs his fingers over the mark on my neck. It isn't sore when he touches it. Quite the opposite, it feels so good when he touches it. His other hand kneads my waist whilst he strokes his bite mark.

I shiver and meet his heated gaze in the mirror's reflection. He smiles and takes a step back, leaving me bereft.

'Sorry, I should let you get ready instead of groping you.'

I was quite enjoying the groping.

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