Nimbus (Volturi Kings x OC)

Chapter Twelve

Author's note: The first half of this chapter is smut, so if you aren't into that, skip down to the chapter break. Also, the first chapter of my new Eddie Munson fic is up is that might interest you. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Marcus crushed his lips to mine with a ferocity I had never expected from him. His large, cold hands held my heated face in place so I couldn't escape. Not that I ever wanted to.

I gasped, trying to breathe between each forceful molding of his mouth against me, but it only served to give him full access to my waiting warmth. I moaned and he answered with a growl that vibrated straight out of his chest and into mine. Before I knew it, I was being backed up against his antique desk. He only took his hands off of me for a literal second in order to send everything on the desk to the ground in one sweep of his arm. The resulting clatter made me jump away in surprise, but in a blink, he lifted me by the waist to sit on the cold wood.

With his hands now firmly clutching my hips, he pressed between my legs easily, leaving no space between us at all. The intimate contact made me moan into his mouth again, and he answered by plundering me with his tongue even more frantically. I could hardly tell which way was up anymore.

No, really, I couldn't, which was how I ended up on my back before I even fully realized it. When my brain finally caught up, I broke the kiss with a gasp, my chest now heaving with my panting breaths. It felt like I'd gone scuba diving in the Mariana Trench without any equipment.

Marcus moved to draw me back in, but I put my hand on his chest and breathed, "Wait... need a minute...." He hovered silently only inches from my face, his black eyes studying me intently. When I recovered enough to speak in full sentences again, I asked, "What in the world's gotten into you?"

"Did you truly think that seeing you kiss another man would have no affect me?" At that, I could only blink up at him in confusion. "Seeing you with Aro makes me burn with envy. Your lips were mine first. They belong to me."

It had never occurred to me that a peck on the wrong cheek could turn Marcus into a wild animal with lustful jealousy. Clearly that was exactly what happened, though. His hard length pressing into my center was all the proof I needed of that. It gave me an idea.

With a coy smile making its way slowly across my face, I replied, "Well, if that's how you feel about a little kiss on the cheek, you should probably know that I kissed Caius too. And it wasn't on his cheek."

"I knew he was too smug by half when he returned this evening," he growled before somehow kissing me with even more intensity than only a moment ago.

One hand gripped my hip tight enough that it would certainly bruise while the other found its way to the roots of my hair and pulled, forcing me into an arch against his muscled chest in the process. I moaned breathlessly and returned his kiss with my own fervor. I loved having my hair pulled.

As the kiss progressed, reaching new heights of animalistic pleasure, I had no control over myself as I bucked my hips to create friction where I needed it most. He thrust back, growling into my mouth as he did so, before suddenly I was alone on the desk. Blinking dazedly, I propped myself up on my good elbow only to find Marcus with his back pressed completely against the door.

"We must stop," he explained with reluctance.

"But why?" I panted.

"I fear I may lose control."

"We've gone a lot further than this already and now you're worried?" I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of our date together.

"I was not compromised then as I am currently. I am driven to madness by you."