Shadows of the marked

21

"Get on your knees." Calvin says roughly, grabbing my hair roughly and pulling me from our heated kiss. My breath comes out in pants as I try to calm myself from the kiss that was only supposed to be short and sweet. My body is on fire, and the aching sensation on got worse when he demanded me to get on my knees for him.

I oblige silently. My knees touch the hardwood floor and I gently rub him though his sweatpants. A low growl erupts from him. "I just can't-" he hisses abruptly when my mouth wraps around his swollen manhood. "Control," he growls, gripping my hair roughly and controlling the speed of my movements.

"Shut up." I mumble, going back to what I'm doing. I drag my tongue slowly over the tip of him, and watch him melt in my grip. He forced my head back down on him and I whimper when his manhood hits the back of my throat. Calvin instantly lets go of me. I glance up at him and give him a smile.

His eyes roll back and he growls. "Come here." In one swift moment, I'm sitting on top of Calvin's chest.

"je veux te manger, petit loup" his body is hot, and his fingers glide over my lips. A shiver runs down my spine. Over the time I have been with Cal, I have picked up some of the things he says in other languages.

"je veux voir tes yeux rouler en arrière" he whispers against my ear. My eyes shut as his hand makes it way down my stomach.

"tu sens si divin, mon amour. laissez-moi vous faire crier."  Cal inhales deeply, his two fingers gently press into my sex. Instantly I melt into his touch. Calvin leans forward and catches my lips with his.

He groans. I can't help but grind myself against his fingers. My soaking wet sex is begging for something more. My heart pounds. Everything about what we are doing seems perfect. Like nothing had ever even happened between us.

All too fast, it stops. My gaze meets his momentarily, his large hands grip the backs of my thighs and in one quick movement- I'm on his face. Cal pushes my underwear to the side and flicks his hot tongue over my sex.

I whimper loudly. Calvin has tried to get me on him like this several times. I have just not been so on board with the idea. However, now that I'm here I am not complaining. My body melts into his touch. The warmth of his wet tongue dragging itself through my hot sex is enough to drive anyone crazy.

My hands latch into his hair, and my hips impulsively buck. I throw my head back and whimper his name. He knows what he's doing, his grip on my thighs tighten.

All too soon. He has us switched again. This time, Calvin has gotten me face down on the bed. He grabs my knees and positions me on the edge of the bed with my backside in the air.

"I have been playing nice too long, little wolf. Let me know if I'm being too rough." He says without any kind of smile. His eyes are dark. Before I even have a moment to consider a response, he slips my panties out of the way and forces himself into me without a warning.

I Yelp in surprise, Calvin grabs my hips and lets himself lose control.

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Sorry for the short explicit chapter LOL. Enjoy.