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now. “You are so good at this. Yes. More. You are so good. Give me more. Just like that. I need more.”
    For a time, he continued to tease her. Sliding a finger into her sheath, Markus began to slowly pump it in and out while he licked her folds. He was purposefully avoiding her clitoris. He already knew she was hypersensitive there, so that would be the last part he attended to and only when he wanted her to fracture.
    “Markus, please.” She was in desperate need and he damn well knew it. “Give me more. I need more.” She was ready. She was about to come apart in his arms and their bond was growing wider and larger without him even being inside of her.
    He blew a light breath over her clit and watched her skin ripple in reaction. Had he blown a little harder he might have sent her over the edge. While he liked playing with her and planned to do more later, Markus knew better than to torture her. With that in mind, he put his mouth over her clit and sucked, flicking the tight bud with the end of his tongue.
    He felt her body arch up and against him, heard her moan as her legs tugged him closer. “Markus, please. Now. Inside me. I can’t wait.” She was panting now, eager for more.
    “Come now. You need to have the edge taken off,” he told her. Otherwise she would come too quickly, and he wanted to take his time with her. Returning his mouth to her clit, he lightly scraped his teeth to the engorged bud and tugged.
    He was satisfied only a few moments later when he heard her screaming his name. Her juices flooded from her as her body clenched his fingers. She sobbed in her orgasm, which had him licking her even more to gather up all of her moisture and need.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Paisley had never thought that anything could feel so good, that pleasure with a man would be so perfect, but it was. With this man, it was almost as if he could read her every single need and desire. “Please.” She whispered the word hoarsely. She needed him to be inside of her, wanted him to make love with her and wanted to feel that connection she already felt with him grow even larger.
    Markus pushed up on his hands, licking his lips as he moved up over her. Then he eased back down until their bodies were perfectly positioned. His cock rubbed against her pussy as he adjusted himself to rest his weight on his arms. “You still with me, Paisley?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement.
    She looked up at him. “That was incredible.” She’d never had an orgasm so intense and all-consuming before and never with a man—always before only with her vibrator. “I’m yours,” she told him. The past was just that, the past. He was her present and her future and she couldn’t be happier if she tried. “You still with me?” she teased.
    “Always, little one. You’re mine,” he said. Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to her lips, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. Sliding his hand down her leg, he lifted it up over his hips, and with a small adjustment, she felt the press of his cock stretching her slowly.
    When his cock began to slide into her body and fill her full she knew that she was never going to be the same again. “Markus.” She whimpered his name because she couldn’t do anything else at that moment other than plead for more.
    One hand came to rest against her cheek. “I have you, Paisley. Stay with me in the here and now.”
    She met his gaze, drawn in by the pale blue surrounded by the darker gray of his eyes. They could be cool, or warm like they were right now. She looked up into his eyes and what she saw there was amazing. She could almost see a reflection of her soul in his eyes. “I feel it even more. Oh, that is so good.” She sensed the bond with him. There was an impression inside of her soul that his soul was reaching for her.
    He stroked his thumb over her lower lip twice before using it to open her mouth for the kiss he gave her. His hand moved to collar her throat, forcing her chin