The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

'Relax, I won't mark you until you want me to, but something tells me you would rather I do this instead.'

I'm confused by his words for a moment, but then his hands are lifting my dress up, exposing my thong to him.

'No,' I breathe, but the word comes out breathy and quiet as he runs his large hands over my flat stomach and down the swell of my hips.

'No' He asks, his cool breath in my ear as his fingers slide my thong down to my knees.

'Yes,' I whisper, even quieter this time.

I close my eyes tightly shut and press my forehead against the wall, cursing myself for being so weak.

'Tell me to stop Lex, tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop,' he says hoarsely, and the second his finger slides inside me, I know I won't say a word.

I remain silent, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. He reaches up and tweaks my nipple through my dress and I lean back, laying my head on his chest.

'I don't know why you're fighting this,' he tells me, kissing down my neck.

My eyes fall closed, and I tell myself that this will be the last time we do this. I'll allow myself one last treat.

The rasp of his zipper has my heart picking up and my nerves make an appearance again. He must feel me tense up because his fingers speed up, his thumb circles my clit and I forget instantly why I thought this was a bad idea.

His fingers withdraw and I whimper at the loss, but Rixon gently pushes me forward, placing my hands on the wall.

'Support yourself baby,' he grunts.

I lean forwards, he lifts my dress up to my hips, exposing my ass.

'So perfect,' he mutters, before I can register the sweet comment, he coats his cock in my juices and pushes himself inside of me.

I bite down on my lip, hard. I'd forgotten how big he is, and I take deep breaths, trying to adjust to his size.

'Are you okay I'm sorry,' he growls, and I can feel his body shaking, trying to remain still for me.

I can only manage a nod, but he seems to realize that's enough, because he slowly pulls out and then slams back in and my fingers curl against the wall. My eyes squeeze shut as he picks up speed, choosing a hard, fast rhythm that has my whole—body shivering with pleasure. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me back to meet every thrust.

'You are mine,' he groans as I clench around him, and I don't have it in me to argue back.

His pace increases again, and I struggle to catch my breath at the speed he pounds into me, I press my hands against the wall and look down at my feet, trying to keep my grounding. He slips his hand around, under my dress and begins rubbing my clit and I curse because he knows it will be my undoing.