I will never let you go - Marco Reus

61. I am so mad at you

Marta POV

Never in my life was I so nervous as right now. In fact I thought that I was on the verge of fainting or having a heart attack. You could say that my behavior towards Marco was shitty and I would agree with that. He didn't deserve to be shown the door but I had my reasons.

When he kissed me in my brother's apartment I immediately knew that I would not live another day without this man. And that realization made me act quickly. There was no time for explanations and discussions. So when he stormed out of Alex's apartment slamming the door I felt pain in my heart but I hoped that he would forgive me.

I knew that there was no possibility to book myself the ticket on the same flight as him, so I decided to use my work connections. After a few minutes call to the boss of my agency's office in Rio I learned that some of his staff were going to Amsterdam in few hours by company's private jet. When Alex went to work I quickly packed my belongings and headed to the airport like a crazy person. Of course Alex would be furious knowing that I left without saying goodbye, but I was afraid that he would have tried to stop me.

Yeah, so now after few hours of flight and a crazy ride with rented car from Amsterdam to Dortmund I was sitting in the middle of Marco's living room. With trembling hands I was waiting for his return and I was praying that he would not throw me out, because he had all the reasons to do so. It was middle of the night when I heard the doors opening and hesitantly I stood up. Marco slammed the door and threw something on the floor, and that made me tremble even more, he was still angry. I heard that he directed his steps to the kitchen and as it was painfully quiet in the house I knew that he stopped. From my position I saw his shadow and he hesitated a little bit, but then he entered the living room. It was pitch black inside so he didn't notice me first, but the light from the kitchen allowed me to observe him. He was exhausted, his shoulders hanging resigned and he had dark circles under his eyes. I had to swallow realizing that it was all my fault.

He made two steps forward and then he noticed me. He looked at me perplexed and ran his hand through his hair.

What are you doing here? – he asked in a raspy voice.

Marco, I am sorry for behaving like that. I really am... - I said quietly – I shouldn't treat you that way, but I wanted to be with you as fast as it was possible... - I wanted to continue but he shook his head and approached me with few big steps. I have never seen him so mad and that made me so shocked that I took few steps back landing with my back on the wall.

He was now standing just few centimeters from me and I felt his uneven breath on my skin.

Marco... I... - I tried to say something, to explain everything to him but instead on listening to me he hit the wall next to me with the palm of his hand.

I am. So. Mad. At. You. – he hissed through his teeth looking into my eyes and when I wanted to reply he put his other hand on my hips and brought me closer to him. I swallowed and then he kissed me. And it was so full of passion that I have never experienced something like that before. There was nothing there from the timid and careful Marco. Instead he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. He opened my mouth running with his tongue through my lower lip and groaned a little bit when I allowed him in. I put my hands on his neck and he placed me on his hips securing me with one of his hands. I broke the kiss trying to say something but he shook his head and smiled slightly, his eyes were covered with the veil of excitement.

No talking now – he whispered and kissed me again and with few big steps he put me on the kitchen counter clearing it with his free arm and throwing exactly everything on the floor. I heard the glass breaking and I looked alarmed at him but he just chuckled. He grabbed the hem of my dress and ordered me with his the move of his chin to put my arms up. When I did what he asked for in few seconds he took the dress of me and threw it somewhere. Once more in few days I was half naked in front of him, but this time there was nothing uncomfortable about it. Marco looked at me, only in my underwear and bit his lower lip.

What are you doing with me... - he whispered under his breath and touched my face before kissing me once more.  My heart was pounding and all I wanted to right now was to feel his skin on mine, and that is why I quickly took off his t-shirt and slid his tracksuit pants down with my feet. Marco reacted instantaneously and unclasped my bra and started tracing kisses on my neck going painfully slow down where he circled his tongue around my nipple. I sighed and felt a tight knot in my lower belly. I needed him. Now. So that is why when he caressed my breasts I lowered his boxershorts and put my hand on his already visible and hard excitement. I gently put my fingers around it and started moving my hand up and down giving him signals that I am not at all interested only in the foreplay.

Marco gasped a little bit and closed his eyes for a moment trying to gather himself. He looked into my eyes and run his finger through my already wet and ready middle. And without even a word he just ripped my pants apart.

It is becoming a strange habit of yours – I chuckled and he just smirked in response.

He kissed me slowly and he placed himself at my entrance. I thought he was planning to tease me a little bit, but no, he entered me so abruptly that I screamed with pleasure of feeling him inside. His pace was fast and his thrusts were deep and I arched my back a little to give him even more access. This time was completely other than our previous one, because it was so passionate, that it resembled something of a promise. I felt sweat running down my spine and then I saw only stars in Marco's eyes. He smiled and after a while he also reached his point and buried his face in my throat whispering my name between placing soft kisses on my skin.

We remained embraced for few minutes just taking pleasure for being with each other. But then Marco pulled off me and put on his pants from his ankles. He winked at me giving me his t-shirt and gave me a hand to help me carefully go down from the counter.

I took a look around me seeing the whole mess that we have made.

What a disaster – I mumbled to myself and made few steps to start cleaning up but I was stopped by Marco grabbing my wrist. His hair was completely messy and his tracksuit pants hung dangerously low on his hips. I had to swallow seeing his bare chest.

Not that quick. You still have some explaining to do – he said with a serious face.