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Rayne sighed in relief when he gently laid her back on the bed. Big as he was, the idea of being dropped had entered her mind. She watched him, eyes half open, as he stood next to the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. The heat, which had faded a bit, was starting to rise again. She did not know why, she had...felt...him without his clothes on before. But now she was actually seeing him, looking at him...
Mark kicked his boots off, then worked his jeans down his hips. He finally climbed onto the bed, resting on his knees next to Rayne's prone form. One hand rested on her knee, squeezing it a little. She smiled, closing her eyes as his fingers worked their way up her thigh, over her hip, little sparks seeming to jump from his skin to hers as he caressed her bare skin. His hand stroked her, flaming the fire that he had started in the kitchen.
Eyes on her face, Mark slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips against her stomach, letting his tongue trace a path around her naval. Rayne's eyes fluttered open when she felt his fingers sliding under the elastic band of her panties. She lifted her hips, letting him pull them down her legs. She lay there, once again watching him take her in, actually feeling the heat from his gaze as he looked her over.
Mark moved, easing her legs apart. He positioned himself between then but was careful not to touch her, not yet. He leaned forward and kissed her, tongue probing her mouth, stealing her breath. Pulling away, he brushed a trail down her throat with his lips. Once again he settled on her breasts, suckling on her, squeezing her gently in his big hands.
Rayne's moans were almost more than he could take. He fought against the urge to rush. No...he could not do that, did not want to risk her changing her mind now. She whimpered and arched her hips up from the bed, catching him by surprise when she pressed herself up against his erection. He jerked back, closing his eyes at what that little bit of contact had done to him.
Rayne was smiling a little at his reaction. Mark cocked an eyebrow and continued to kiss his way down her stomach, once again paying attention to her naval. She murmured and reached down, brushing her fingers through his hair. He cast one last glance into her eyes and moved down so he was positioned between her legs. He brought his hand up and parted her folds, feeling the way she tensed as he studied her body. He slid his thumb experimentally over her wet clit, smiling at her soft cry of pleasure.
He tilted his head and flicked his tongue out, running the tip over her swollen clit. Rayne's hips came up off the bed and she cried out again, louder this time. Mark continued, holding her still with one hand on her lower stomach, his tongue working her over. He lost himself in the taste of her, the feel of her hot skin against his mouth, the pulsating little bud on his tongue.
She reached down, not sure if she was going to push him away or hold him close. It wasn't just fire inside her, it was a full blown inferno, out of control. Every movement of his tongue against her brought another sound from her throat. She could feel her climax gathering strength. Her legs were trembling so hard she could not hold them still.
Mark finally pulled back, wondering if the sound she made when he released her was one of relief or disappointment. He licked his lips, relishing the taste of her one last time before sliding up her body. This time he let his lower body rest against her so she could feel his cock pressed against her. Rayne whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tried to pull him in closer.
She felt him shift on top of her, felt the head of his cock probing her entrance and had a moment of total body lock down. Mark held himself still, his eyes on hers as she fought against the sudden surge of panic that invaded her.
"I can stop..." He said it softly, but she still heard the need in his voice. Yes, he could stop, but it would kill him to do it. Rayne knew it.
She forced herself to relax, taking deep breaths. "I don't want you to stop...I just..."
"I would not hurt you Rayne. I could not hurt you now if I tried," He said, voice pleading. She stared into his eyes, believing him. He had exhibited control so far...
"Take me Mark..." She said, her own voice hoarse. "I want you..."
He ducked his head and kissed her lips, slipping his tongue inside. Slowly he moved his hips against her, filling her, going slow, stopping several times to let her get used to his size. He felt her squeezing him, felt her legs tighten, and knew she was ready. Her nails lightly raked his skin as he began moving, the rhythm slow and easy as used long strokes.
Rayne felt every inch of him as he entered her. It was the most intense sensation she'd ever had in her life. With a soft moan of acceptance she held on to him, letting him rock into her body at his own pace. The heat was coming back again, full force. She did not try to stop it or hold it back. She let it roll over her, let it take her where it wanted to go.
Mark pulled back from kissing her, moaning softly at the feel of her. It was even better than he had expected, not like the muted feeling of being inside her dream. She was so tight, so wet...his cock throbbed inside her body and he groaned as he pushed even deeper, lengthening his strokes so that he was completely sheathed by her before pulling almost completely out.
"Oh...Mark..." His name on Rayne's lips was a breathy cry. Her body suddenly arched up from the bed, legs tightening painfully around his waist as her climax took her. He watched her, felt her, his strokes speeding up as her body convulsed around his throbbing cock. With a wordless cry, he pushed himself as far into her as he could go, his own release taking his vision, his ability to breath. For a few minutes it was all sensation.
He slowly became aware of Rayne's harsh breathing, of her heartbeat slamming against her chest. Her body was still reacting to the powerful orgasm she'd had. He could feel it, could feel her inner walls twitching against him. He eased himself up from her, giving her room to breath. She made a protesting noise as he pulled away. He regretted leaving her body, feeling the same sense of loss that she was feeling.
He pulled her into his arms, rolling onto his side to hold her. Rayne muttered something unintelligible, and let him cuddle her close. Her body was completely relaxed in the aftermath, and a new kind of warmth was taking over. She blinked sleepily, and then gave up and closed her eyes. Mark kissed the top of her head and lightly stroked her back. It had been...intense. As he'd thought it would be. Rayne was the first and only human woman he'd slept with. And it had been even more...powerful...than he'd thought it would be.
And now...she was his. He closed his eyes at the thought. Anyone that tried to harm her would have to deal with him first. It was the only rule of the demon world that he actually agreed with. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth. His father...
Mark could almost imagine his roar of outrage at what had happened. Taking Rayne as his own before Dominic could complete his ritual meant that Rayne would no longer be an option for him. He would still come, oh yes. But not to take away a human woman. No, he would come to deal with the man who had stolen what was rightfully his. And Mark was more than ready for him. He'd spent twenty long years getting ready for the final showdown with his father.