The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

I bob my head up and down, sliding him in and out of my mouth, encouraged by his addictive moans and grunts. He pushes me away before I can finish him off, I don't protest as he flips me onto my front and bends me over the bed. I grip the duvet and raise up on my tiptoes as he slowly enters me from behind. We both curse as he pushes himself fully inside me, spreading me wide.

'I don't think I'll ever get over how tight you are,' he groans, and I smirk smugly. My face quickly drops as he tightens his grip and begins pounding into me with no warning. I gasp as he slides in and out, slamming into me, creating slapping noises that bounce of the walls.

Could this be any less romantic

Could this be any sexier

I'm not complaining as he wraps a hand in my hair, forcing me to arch my back to relieve the pressure.

'Shit,' he grunts, his voice is strained, and I know he's not far off.

He pulls me up further and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing in that way that drives me wild. My eyes fall closed as my orgasm starts to build, each time he slams into me it pushes me further.

'Rixon,' I moan his name and he reaches down to twist one of my nipples.

'Come with me baby,' he whispers in my ear and it's my undoing. I clench and convulse around him as my orgasm hits, making me want to cry at the pure pleasure that courses through me. He groans and chokes out my name as he releases himself inside of me.

In a sated, sweaty heap, we collapse onto the bed.

The bright sunlight shines through the window, warming my skin as I slowly wake up. I roll over and stretch my arms out across the bed but find it empty. I sit up and frown, looking around the empty room.

The sound of something sizzling reaches my ears and I smile as I realize Rixon is cooking breakfast.

What a babe.

I decide to take advantage of this and take a shower, washing the smell of sex off of me. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like it at the time, but the morning after it's a bit gross.

I step out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around myself. As I towel dry my hair with one hand, I reach into my makeup bag for my pill. I'm annoyed when I notice it's now my seven—day break period time.

'Fuck sake Lex, you didn't think that one through,' I curse, rolling my eyes.

No more cabin sex then.

Just as I'm about to put my pills back, I spot that I'm out of sync, today is Sunday, but my pill says Thursday.

Fuck.

I've missed three pills.

And I don't know when.

Just as my skin is prickling with fear, Rixon appears at the doorway.

'Ready for breakfast' He asks, he blows me away wearing nothing but some pajama bottoms riding low on his hips. His sparkling dark eyes, messy bed hair and huge grin have me weak.

'Yep, be right there,' I force a smile and drop my pills back into the bag.

I'll deal with that later.