DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Borrowed Bride: Chapter 27
I know we should talk.
But seeing him again after so long is surreal. I feel like I’ve stepped into a dream seeing his face, awake and alert for the first time in four days. Fawn wasn’t kidding when she said she was going to hijack the ambulances and she took me along, convinced that only my presence would prevent Marco from going insane and killing her.
It turned out he was far too injured to care about that for the moment, and all I had to do was soothe him in the ambulance until he and Leo were brought here and tended to by some of the other women Fawn had gathered over the years.
Watching them all work together reminded me of years ago when Cherry, Mango, and I were against the world.
Things change a lot, and yet not that much.
Marco breaks down in my arms, and his sobs rip my heart wide open. I have nothing but my presence to soothe him through his pain, knowing I share a similar ache in my own heart.
The ache of loss and grief and the shock of barely daring to believe what you see in front of you—that person you love and have loved dearly is back with you. After so long, I didn’t expect the surge of love to be so intense, with so many years in the ocean between us.
But it’s there, pulling me in with the tide like we were always fated to be together. No matter what, it’s him and I.
I help him to the bathroom, giving him the time he needs to clean himself up and then he’s back with me in the hallway.
Suddenly, Marco sweeps me back into his room and slams the door shut, then he presses me up against it and kisses me deeply.
I should tell him about his injuries, warn him to be careful, tell him to take it slow, and tell him there will be plenty of time for that later.
I don’t tell him any of that.
Because I want this.
And I want him.
He kisses me deeply, like he’s trying to imprint himself against my lips and I drink up the sensation. Marco smells exactly like I remember, with the added antiseptic cream on his wounds. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer and arch my body into his.
If he feels any pain, he doesn’t announce it.
Marco’s hands cradle my face with his thumbs stroking the shells of my ears. He kisses me repeatedly, with a soft gasp each time he needs air, and we switch angles with practiced ease. It’s like we were never apart.
Then his tongue trails across the seam of my lips and I open my mouth to him. As his tongue tangles and dances with mine, he slides one hand down my torso and grasps my breast through my T-shirt while shoving one thick thigh between my legs. He’s much taller than me so when he cocks his knee, I’m forced onto my tiptoes with my weight against his thigh.
A hot thrill shoots through me, sending a cascade of shivers across my arms and legs. My fingers thread into his hair and—mindful of the bandages—I tug just hard enough that he gasps into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Marco growls, rolling his hips eagerly against mine. “Fuck—I can’t think. I can’t breathe, you’re so intoxicating.”
“Oh, I’m the problem?” I laugh breathlessly and my head falls back against the door. Marco lays multiple open-mouthed kisses over my throat, and his second hand falls to my breasts, kneading and massaging while he kisses and licks down to my collarbone.
He kisses until his lips find fabric and then it’s a whole other game. Marco tears at my clothes as if they suddenly personally offend him, and I’m right there with him. I want to feel his skin on my skin, feel the heat of his body, and touch all those familiar marks and scars. My T-shirt lands on the floor and my bra follows. My jeans are more of a struggle, but once they’re off, Marco is on his knees, kissing his way up my legs.
I’m so wrapped up in everything him that no other thought breaks through the lust fog that descends.
We need to be together.
We need to feel each other.
Dampness warms my thighs and Marco kisses higher and higher, and my core clenches powerfully as he gets closer and closer to my pussy. It’s been so long that I can barely remember what he feels like, only that I want him.
Marco snags my underwear in his teeth and drags them back down my legs. Then he encourages me to step out of them. With them gone, he shoves his face between my thighs and slides his tongue through my soaked folds in one swift stroke.
That touch alone is nearly enough to make me come. I’m so achingly turned on that the edges of my vision fuzz slightly, and when he pulls away from my pussy, I use my grip on his shoulders to pull him back up to face me.
“Fuck me,” I demand breathlessly in between kissing him repeatedly. “Please, I need to feel you. I need to.”
His cock is rock hard against my bare thigh. He’s just as turned on as I am, and as he kisses me deeply, he clutches at my waist with both hands and growls.
One second I’m in the air, the next I’m flat on my back on the bed and he’s between my spread thighs. No words are spoken as he thrusts inside me and suddenly, my life is complete.
Marco fits inside me like he belongs there, and while the sudden stretch to accommodate his girth makes all my core muscles complain and clench, it’s nothing compared to the sheer delight of having him buried inside me. He reaches deeper than I swear he ever did before, and tears well at the corner of my eyes.
“You’re here,” I whisper, cupping his face. “You’re really here.”
“So are you.”
When my eyes flutter closed, he gently kisses my lids.
“Open them. I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you.”
I obey, opening my eyes and staring up into those achingly familiar ice-blue eyes. As soon as we make contact, his hips start to move, and he pounds me hard and fast. Marco acts with such ferociousness that you would think his very life is on the line with this act, and maybe in some ways, it is.
Because this feels like the only way to prove to one another that we are really here.
His hips pound into mine, his cock spearing as deep as he can reach and his balls slapping against my ass with each rapid thrust. I jolt up the bed with each thrust but his grip on my waist keeps us aligned and not once does he break eye contact.
Neither do I. I can’t look away from those gorgeous blue eyes, and the harder he fucks me, the more I’m certain I can see his soul.
There’s something about how intensely he looks at me that I’m certain he’s baring all to me. And I to him, to the best I can. I stroke his cheek and kiss his jaw as he pounds harder and harder into me. Pleasure swells like a bubble in my core and there’s nothing stopping it.
I want to be consumed by it, so I focus on the thrusting of his cock and the stroking of my G-spot, along with how damn good it feels to be in his arms again.
Then, with a soft cry from me and a grunt from Marco, we come together. His thrusts don’t stall. In fact, I swear he fucks me harder, and each breath is punched out of me with a little sound as my entire body rattles to his power.
My core clenches rhythmically and pleasure ripples through me, right to my fingertips. With it comes a deep sense of peace.
I am back where I belong, with the person I belong with.
Nothing else matters.
Marco doesn’t stop there. His cock remains hard post-orgasm, so he flips me onto my hands and knees and fucks me from behind just as aggressively.
With each powerful slam, he lavishes attention over my back and kisses down my spine while panting against my skin. His hands wander over my tummy and clutch at my breasts, pulling on my nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through my core. I clench each time, and suddenly Marco is focusing intently on my nipples, playing me like a fiddle.
I clutch at the bedspread and moan openly, rocking back against him as hard as I can, and far too quickly, we come together again.
There’s a moment of respite when we lay together on the bed, tangled up in each other’s arms. Marco watches me intently, touching my face and body like he’s expecting me to crumble away to dust right before his very eyes. I mirror that feeling and kiss him softly on his lips and forehead just below the bandage.
Light fades outside and shadows dance across our skin as Marco pulls me into his lap and I ride him for all I’m worth. Every bounce of my hips is me trying to get Marco so deep inside me that he can never leave me ever again. I drag my nails down his chest, careful to avoid any skin that looks tender, then cup his face and kiss him slowly.
Mouth to mouth, I moan into his and whisper his name over and over like a prayer. Marco holds me close and strokes my back, kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples each time my bouncing allows him to do so.
It’s amazing and yet not enough at the same time.
I need more. I crave more.
I come first this time, yelling out my desire without a care about who hears me. Marco comes some minutes later, after he’s thoroughly fucked my orgasm right out of me and I’m teetering on the edge of oversensitivity.
“I love you,” I gasp against him, cradling his head to my chest as I slow my bouncing and come to rest with his cock softening inside me.
“I love you too, Gianna. So fucking much.”