Sinful Things

20

I’m so busy with schoolwork and trying to stay sated that it’s easy to forget about my plan to get revenge on the Princes. Then, on a Friday night, there’s a knock on my door while I’m reading my Angelic History textbook. Araceli is out having dinner with her aunt, and I’m careful when I open the door—but it’s just Marcus on the other side.

“Hey,” he says, leaning on the doorway and looking good enough to eat. “How are you?” I cross my arms. “What are you doing here, Marcus?”

“I just came to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat with me. We could even go to Angel Peak. Or maybe order in…”

I raise my eyebrows. “Like on a date?”

“Sure, if you want to call it that.”

I’m actually tempted by his offer—we don’t have any classes together this year, and I sort of miss him a tiny bit—but I shake my head. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Are you sure?” He reaches out and brushes a piece of hair back from my face. “You look like you need to eat. I can help you.”

His voice dips low, and I know he doesn’t mean food. His desire rolls over me like a wave, and it’s delicious and irresistible, because it’s different from the normal lust I get from people. There’s real emotion behind it, which isn’t something I feel often. Maybe it’s because of that emotion that I grab his shirt and pull him into the room, then shut the door behind him.

We’re on each other instantly, lips locked, hands roaming, bodies pressed together. Damn, I really missed kissing Marcus. The boy knows what he’s doing with his mouth, that’s for sure. And his fingers. And everything else. After surviving on nothing but dreams and light for weeks, I can’t get enough of this real desire directed at me. I know I should stop this immediately, and that s*x with Marcus can only lead to drama, but I can’t do it. I’m so hungry I’m physically unable to tear myself away from the man in my arms, even as he leads me to my bedroom.

Once we’re inside, Marcus doesn’t hesitate. He pushes me down on the bed and yanks my skirt up, then rips my panties off like they’re made of tissue paper. His eyes are determined and a little wild, before he drops to his knees and buries his head between my thighs. His mouth and tongue conduct a little symphony on my c**t, and I grab onto his thick, luscious brown hair and moan. It’s so good, but I need more. To really feed I need his pleasure too, and I need it now.

“f**k me,” I command him. “Hard and fast. Hurry.”

“Someone’s feeling a little desperate, isn’t she?” he asks, as he slides a finger into me, feeling how wet I am for him. He’s teasing me now, but it’s so good I don’t care, even as it makes me hungrier. I practically drool as he drops his pants and slides his hard c**k between my legs. He rubs it against my folds, getting it nice and slick, while he stares into my eyes. “I’ve got what you need right here.”

I grab his c**k and slide it into me before I go mad. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to feed before Marcus showed up at my door, and nothing will stop this until I’m sated. I’m not sure he could leave now if he tried.

But he doesn’t want to leave. He wants to sink his c**k into me over and over again, in long deep strokes that make me wonder how I possibly went without s*x with Marcus for so long. What was I thinking, when it’s this amazing to feel him buried inside me? I grab his ass and pull him even deeper, urging him to move faster, needing us to both get off right now. My nails dig into his skin, and his little grunts in my ear are the best sound I’ve heard in months. Harder and faster our bodies move together, skin against skin, until we’re both right there on the edge. Then Marcus kisses me hard and I’m over it, climaxing around his c**k, moaning in his mouth, totally lost in the pleasure. He comes inside me at the same time, and his power fills me to the brim instantly. I don’t want it to end, and I know Marcus doesn’t either because he keeps kissing me, even as our bodies calm and our hearts slow.

Eventually, I roll away from him and sit up. s**t, I just slept with Marcus in a succubus lust haze. I used him for quick and dirty s*x, like I did with Bastien. Except Marcus actually cares about me, unlike Bastien, which makes this much more complicated. I have to make sure he knows this isn’t something more than s*x for sustenance.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” I tell him.

“Uh huh,” he says with a smirk. He slowly stands and pulls on his pants. It’s hard to resist pulling him back into bed with me, so I look away.

“I’m serious.”

“It’s fine. I know about your deal with Bastien, but you can’t survive off of him alone. Make the same deal with me, that’s all I ask.”

I hesitate, but I can’t say no. I’m too desperate, and Marcus is too good in bed. His power rushes through my veins, making me feel like I can light up the entire building with magic. “Okay. But it’s just s*x. You have to remember that.”

He leans over, touches my chin, and then gives me a kiss that’s somehow both tender and dirty all at once. “Sure it is.”

He’s so damn cocky, so sure that all is forgiven between us just because we had s*x. It makes me want to lash out at him, but he walks out of my room before I can do anything but seethe.