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Restraint

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This chapter contains strong sexual content and is not suitable to underage readers. Or any readers... you know what, read at your own risk. Enjoy, you beautiful little literature perverts! 

Marco shut the door behind him and Jo spun around when they were engulfed in darkness. He must have quickly spotted the bed because he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jo marvelled at how easily he lifted her, and how steady he was despite her weight. Marco's mouth was easy to find from this angle, and Jo moaned against it when Marco squeezed her to him. The sound made Marco break away only to drop her on her back onto the bed. Jo yelped as she fell and Marco laughed. He climbed over her and she squirmed backwards, nervous again.

Marco sighed impatiently and yanked her back to him by the rim of her pants, making Jo squeak in protest. Marco started to pull her pants away again and Jo found her own hands flying up to stop him. Marco caught her wrists and looked down at her. Her eyes had adjusted a little by now and she could just make out his silhouette. Every other sense was overwhelmed with him, she could feel the heat of his body, the weight of him as he straddled her thighs, keeping her still, and she could smell the aftershave and shampoo coming off him.

When he didn't move she stopped squirming and he kept hold of her wrists while he spoke.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked again.

"No." It was only a whisper.

Marco blew out a slow breath. Jo sucked in a shaky one. Marco released her hesitantly, as if waiting for her to jump up and run away. Slowly, he bent over her again and this time pushed her hips into the mattress, pinning her down. His head lowered onto her stomach and Jo gasped when he started kissing her skin. Her fingers curled into his hair, knotting at the back of his neck.

Jo cried out when Marco suddenly bit into the skin on her waist. His thumbs pressed into her hips and all Jo could do was arch her back and cling to his hair. He started sucking and Jo winced. Rather than rouse her from whatever half-consciousness she was currently riding on, the pain was just an addition to the myriad of sensations smothering her right now.

Marco left more marks on her hip, his mouth trailing lower until he reached her unbuttoned waistband again. He straightened slightly, sitting back and his hands slipped from where they held her down to the fabric. This time, he managed to pull her pants off before she could stop him. Her underwear came off at the same time and Jo's instinct was to cover herself. But they were in the dark, and Marco wasn't finished with her yet.

Jo decided to help him free her legs, rather than just lie there, and she found herself giggling when one of her legs got stuck for a second. When the denim was off her, Marco cut off her giggles with a heavy kiss. He pushed her back down onto the bed and shifted so that his knees were between hers.

Jo felt a strange sense of urgency, like if he stopped touching her for too long, she would remember where she was and the spell would be broken. Marco had sat back and was getting something out of his pocket. Jo frowned, curious.

"What are you doing?" She started to sit up.

"Condom," he answered simply.

Jo's face burned then, her stomach froze and her hands went numb. This was real. This was happening. This was a man who towered over her and could hurt her if he wanted to.

Marco stopped moving, his head tilted when he looked back at her. She hadn't said anything but he put the thing in his hand beside him, still in the wrapper and cupped his hand around Jo's face. His fingers threaded through her hair to hook behind the base of her neck, his thumb stroked her cheek.