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her. Pulsed inside her like a living, breathing thing.
    Marly lifted her head and captured his lips with hers, rocking her hips with him inside her as she whispered, “Now give me hard.”
    He pulled out to the head, his big, knowing hands expertly sliding down the inside of her arms, cupping her breasts. Thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples, tugging, pulling.
    He knew how to touch her.
    Where.
    What drove her crazy with want.
    What pushed her over the edge.
    Eyes closed, she purred wantonly when his hands came back to hers above her head, his fingers lacing through her own. Palm to palm, he thrust inside her again. Rough.
    Deep. Hands clenching on hers.
    Pleasure assailed her with his impaling thrust, and with it, pain stemming from the fierceness of her need. Marcus growled, sucking the peak of one breast into his mouth.
    She shuddered at the friction of his teeth on her nipples. Her sex twitched hungrily around his cock. Her spine arched slowly, while her limbs felt weighted down with tension.
    His thrusts lengthened. His cock slipping in and out of her. Wet. Stiff. Fast.
    And she went crazy.
    Hissing, bucking up to meet him with her hips, her nails sank into the back of his hands. She surged forward, lips latching to his shoulder, teeth scraping. She ached to bite him, bite him as he kept fucking her, driving her to the brink of orgasm. A hot pressure built in her core. Each deep thrust tightening her more, and more, and more.
    Her body tensed, an earth-shattering orgasm gathering force in her center, contracting every muscle in her. With a frustrated noise, she nipped at him, a bright red light flashing in her vision for a blinding second. “Marcus.”
    I want to bite, eat, claw you, fuck you mad!
    “Oh, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse.
    He looked as out of control as she was. His eyes were shut, his face tight as he concentrated on each long stroke of his cock. “So good,” he whispered, pounding, squeezing her hands with his. “You’re so fucking good.”
    Hissing out a breath, she caught his skin between her teeth and bit him hard on the neck. He choked out a sound—part grunt, part growl—and that primal sound undid her.
    She let her own cries tear out of her as she bucked under him, her pussy rippling around his cock, milking him.
    She came in swift, powerful spasms, shudders that seemed to go on forever. Marcus joined her with three more rampant thrusts and one raw, primal cry that seemed to tear out from the pit of him.
    When she opened her eyes a thousand heartbeats later, it was to find him lying on his side, propped on one elbow, studying her face with a satisfied smile.
    “That was awesome,” she breathed. Her smile was as much tired as pleased as she curled up against his chest, an arm going around his waist. “Did I hurt you?”
    One big hand splayed over her back and pressed her closer to him. “Compared to yesterday? Nah.”
    Marly went rigid at the reminder of what she’d done, overwhelmed with loathing for herself. As of two days ago, every ten to fifteen minutes she’d been turning into a sex-fiend, and she was afraid of putting such strain on Marcus.
    For all his act, she could see her husband was worried about her. And no matter how capable she knew Marcus to be, both in bed and out of it, it was proving to be humanly impossible to satisfy her. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Her voice broke, and she pursed her lips before she gave into a full-blown, weep-your-heart-out drama.
    “Hey, I loved it.” He nuzzled her, brushing his lips over hers. “I said I’d take thee, in sickness and in health, and by God I’m fucking you all week if I die trying.”
    She stiffened in shock, pulling back to stare at him with eyes as blank as dinner plates. “Baby, I don’t want you to die.”
    She relaxed when she caught sight of his smile—a mischievous, Cheshire-cat smile—and then relaxed even more when he kissed her.
    “Just following doctor’s