The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Callie's POV.

I wake up to Nate kissing my mark. I giggle as his slight stubble tickles my neck.

'Morning, baby,' he says huskily.

He sucks gently on his mark, and I moan, pleasure filling me.

Goddess, that feels good.

His hands slide up my body and he squeezes my breast. I arch my back and press myself against his hand, wanting more.

'Nate,' I gasp his name and he captures his lips with mine.

Just as I'm about to push him away on the grounds of morning breath, he breaks the kiss and moves down to suck on my nipple. His fingers play with the other whilst I writhe next to him.

He kisses down my body, continuously playing with my nipples as he does. He buries his tongue between my lower lips and my hips buck upwards in surprise.

My fingers find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as he circles my bundle of nerves with his tongue.

He releases my nipples and spreads my thighs with his hands, giving him better access.

I cry out as a powerful orgasm washes over me. My body shakes with its intensity and I'm left panting afterward.

Nate comes up to lie beside me and licks his lips.

'Guess I don't need breakfast anymore,' he comments jokingly.

I roll my eyes and nudge him, hoping my cheeks aren't as red as they feel.

'What was that about' I ask him, my voice still a little breathy.

Nate frowns. 'It appears the effects of me marking you are already starting.'

After a couple completes the marking stages, their hormone levels spike to encourage the completion of the mating process.

It's like Nate and I have just been pumped full of Viagra.

Nate decides to get up before he tries to jump me again. I lay in bed whilst he uses the bathroom.

I hear the shower turn on and my mind fills with images of him wet and naked. Before I know it, I've climbed out of the bed and I'm entering the en suite.

I step into the walk—in shower behind Nate. He jumps as I place my hands on his back.

'Callie What are you doing' He asks, his voice tight with restraint.

Bless him, he's trying to hold himself back.

I press myself to him, so that my breasts are squashed against his back. I reach around him and pour some shower gel onto my hands. I rub them together, working up a lather.

Instead of verbally answering Nate's question, I decide to show him.

I run my hands up and down his chest, spreading out the suds. He is rigid under my touch at first, and then starts to relax.

I work my fingers into his muscles, easing out any knots. He sighs and leans his head back. I move onto my tiptoes and rest my chin on his shoulder.

Nate lets me wash him. I move onto his arms, and then his back. He steps forwards under the spray and washes off the suds.

He turns around to face me, giving me the full—frontal view of his naked body.

I lick my lips and a low growl sounds from the back of his throat.

'Don't look at me like that, Callie,' he warns me.

I smile at him and drop to my knees. His eyes widen and his lips part slightly as I grasp the base of his cock.

'Look at you like what, Nate' I ask, feigning innocence.

I shuffle forwards and take his cock into my mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact.

Nate curses under his breath and his wet hand finds my hair. He latches his fingers onto the strands and moves back and forth with me bobbing my head.

I take him all the way, until my nose bumps his stomach and my eyes water.

'Callie,' Nate groans my name.