Chapter 8 | Markas

Chapter 8

Markas

I wasn’t expecting this. Well, I was expecting we’d fall into bed eventually. There was too much tension between us to resist forever. But I wasn’t expecting the sheer filthy enthusiasm Justine would bring to things. We never fucked back on Lemargo. We’d kissed and cuddled and made promises muddied by my lies. It was beautiful and sweet, but fake. This is something else. Raw and real and terrifying in its intensity.

Justine just climaxed and now she’s sliding to the floor next to me. She drapes her arms around my shoulders and whispers in my ear.

“I’m not done with you yet. I just need a minute to rest.”

A shiver of lust vibrates through me. Stars above! I love Justine like this. Insatiable. Demanding. I wonder if she knows how much I love it. How I feel like she’s unlocked my hearts and exposed my true self.

I adjust our positions so that she’s sitting across my lap, her hip pressed to my aching erection. I want to sink into her, rut hard and fast like an animal into her dripping pussy, until I’m spent, until she tells me I’ve done enough, until she’s filled. And I can feel she wants it too, but maybe not the same way. She tightens her arms around my sensitive shoulders and moves her hips slowly against my cock, drawing out the sensation. It’s torture, but just about everything with Justine is torture. I can’t get enough of it.

Justine chooses that moment to rub her thumbs over my shoulders. Ahhhhh, she definitely knows what she’s doing. I’m biting my lip and praying for patience as she continues to stoke the flames of my lust. It’s perfect and terrible and I can’t imagine feeling like this with anyone else. And that’s where the real trouble lies. Justine doesn’t know that we’re dangerously close to forming a mating bond.

Our connection is so perfect, so right that our souls are connecting. Humans don’t understand or experience mating bonds the way Xanxians do, and it’s easier for them to ignore. But I can feel the bond forming and I want to just let it happen, because I know how rare and special it is. Even though I know it will wreck me when she inevitably leaves. Justine is my mate, and I will savor her for whatever time I’m allowed.

“I need you inside me now,” she says and slides off my lap to the floor. She leans back on her elbows and looks me dead in the eyes. “Fuck me like you love me, Markas. Make me believe.”

I want to tell her I don’t have to pretend. That this isn’t a game for me. But my words are meaningless after everything that’s happened. All I can do is show her, do it so well that there’s no doubt left.

I let out a grunt and crawl over to kiss her. It’s not what she asked for, but I need to show that this is real for me. Her eyes go wide as she sees the fire in my eyes when I lower my mouth to hers. I carefully balance my weight to keep from crushing her. But she takes me in her arms, pulls me in, and doesn’t let me hold back.

I kiss her with all the desperation that I’m feeling with my lips, teeth, tongue, everything. She tightens her hold on me, hugging me close and matching my fervor. I know she told me to fuck her, but I need more kissing first. I want to kiss her forever. My hearts are pounding as one kiss bleeds into a thousand and I feel the threads of our bond knotting together. Can she feel it too? Even a human must sense the power of our connection. She strokes her thumb over my cheek, and I pull back.

“Justine.” Her name sounds like a prayer on my lips.

“Markas.” Her tone matches mine.

There’s so much left unspoken, but I can tell she can sense our bond. And that knowledge is almost too much for me to bear. I can already taste the pain of our separation that is sure to come. I shake my head, trying to protect my hearts somehow.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me convince you,” I say, because I know it will remind her that I'm a liar, that this is a stolen moment. Her lips twist.

“That’s the Markas I know,” she answers. I feel her legs shift, and my chest tightens because our moment of communion has passed.

“I aim to please,” I say, summoning a light delivery that hides my heavy hearts.

I playfully wrap my hands around her ankles and massage her feet.

“These go on my shoulders, okay?”

“Sure, you’re the boss now.”

“I am? Lucky me.”

I drape her legs over my shoulders so she’s wide open and waiting for me. Her eyes are locked on mine. I lean over her, so her legs are pushed up and back, making her completely vulnerable to my touch. I reach down and push the bodysuit further from her pussy and guide myself to her opening.

“If I’m the boss, that means you have to come when I tell you,” I say, caressing her slit with the head of my cock.

She wiggles her ass, trying to draw me in, but I’m holding back. I want to tease her first.

“I can’t guarantee anything,” she says through gritted teeth.

“No? Then maybe we should stop.”

I pull away and stroke my cock. Her eyes hungrily track my hand on my shaft.

“You wouldn’t stop now.” She sounds incredulous.

“Why not? It would make dinner a lot more interesting if I keep you desperate and horny.” I keep stroking.

“I promise to come when you tell me to. Just fuck me.”

“I think you’re lying.” I tap my cock on her clit, and she moans.

“That’s unbelievable coming from you.” A flare of anger ignites in her expression.

“I am unbelievable, and don’t you forget it.” I punctuate the statement by pressing into her pussy just an inch, then pulling out.

“You suck.”

“I know,” I say, then I thrust in all the way, hard, and she cries out in pleasure. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’ve just started.”

“Can’t help it, it’s too good.”

“I can do better.” I thrust harder, quickly building a punishing rhythm that has Justine gasping. She grabs my forearms.

“Why didn’t you fuck me the first time we met? I thought you didn’t find me attractive.”

I bark out a laugh.

“Not attractive? Stars, Justine, you’re a walking dream. You just seemed kind of fragile, and I didn’t want to make things worse.”

“Because you were always planning to steal from me.”

“Yeah, I was.” My voice lowers to a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

I thrust into her harder, not wanting to say anything more, wanting to express how I feel another way, since my words have forever been tainted.

I fuck her with all the passion and regret and affection I feel, varying my strokes to maximize her pleasure. She’s sweating through the bodysuit, the air perfumed with our mingling scents. I can feel her starting to pulse around me, squeezing my cock like she can’t get enough.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I say and rub my thumb over her clit. She cries out and seizes around me, so tight that I can’t help but follow her over the edge. My climax rockets through me in waves, first punishing in its intensity, but gradually subsiding into gentle pulses.

She’s still holding my forearms as the pulses subside. Her eyes are wide, like she’s almost shocked at what just happened. Before she can release me, I slide out and kiss her on the forehead.

“We should clean up,” I say.

“Oh, hell.” Her face crinkles as she realizes how messy we must be.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” I clamber back and lower my lips to her dripping pussy. “I’m good with my tongue.” I lick up a dribble of my cum and show her.

“Fuck, Markas, really?” She closes her eyes and threads her fingers through my hair.

“Oh, yeah.” I take another deep lick.