Chapter 22

Mark wasn't about to admit to her that he hadn't seen too much of the match because he had been buried alive under a pile of half naked men. He involuntarily shuddered. "I was proud of you." He said quietly, the pride shining in his eyes. "And a little relieved it wasn't me out there with you. I thought you were going to kill her." Not that he blamed her.

"Believe me, I was tempted, but then I grew a conscience. Damn my instructor." She grunted, causing Mark to laugh and smacked him playfully in the chest, kissing him softly as she moved to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "Are you okay with the fact that I'm a wrestler now instead of being apart of the ring crew?"

Jetta remembered how much Mark loathed mixing business with pleasure, though she'd done this for revenge. Whether she remained a full-time wrestler was going to depend on him simply because he was here first. It was his decision if he wanted her as his lover and a WWE Diva.

"Yeah, so long as you're a wrestler and not a Diva." Mark said nonchalantly, arching an eyebrow when she shot him a look. "Divas can wrestle, I'll grant you that, but they're also eye candy. The only eyes who need to be devouring you are mine." He growled at the thought of Jetta joining the rest of the women in thousands of young men's spank banks. "Hmmm...I think I might need to work on MY anger issues..."

"Mark, I hate to tell you this, but all women wrestlers are called Divas. It just comes with the territory. Otherwise I'd have to face the guys and, no offense, but I'm not ready for that." Jetta explained gently, feeling him tense, and sighed as she stared deep into his green eyes before kissing him. "The only man I want..." Her voice became low and sultry as she ran her nails down his chest, her eyes never leaving his as they darkened to a deep midnight blue. "Is the one who's going to fuck me until the sun comes up." Jetta brushed against him, smirking when he growled, and passionately kissed him.

Still trying not to envision Jetta in some free for all brawl with the women, in some type of skimpy outfit no less, Mark wrapped her in his embrace, wondering if she would object if he suggested she begin wrestling in a sweat suit? No doubt she would. "I already know I'm the only man you want." He purred against her lips. "I'm the only man who can make you cum so hard it feels like the world itself has stopped just to breathe." Arrogant maybe, but that's who he was.

"Mmmm I couldn't agree more..." Jetta whispered and slid her hand down his chest to his stomach beneath the water, wrapping it around his hardened shaft and began to stroke it gently, her thumb running along the tip. She smirked, hearing him hiss, and ran the tip of him along her wet sex, the water only increasing the sensation even more. Jetta was getting off just watching his face, mesmerizing every feature about him. She laughed when he suddenly lifted her up out of the water, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her to the bed. "Not fair!"

"Neither was what you were doing, my little tease." Mark replied darkly, tossing her down onto the middle of the bed.

He stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. Some water still ran down his rock hard body in little rivulets, gleaming in the soft light. His long hair flowed over his shoulders and down his back, piercing green eyes devouring her whole. Even though they had had a brief encounter at the arena, that had done nothing to ease the desire he felt for her.

The way he was staring at her caused Jetta to snake her tongue out, wetting her dry lips as she lay back on the bed, water running all over her body. Her honey blondish blue hair clung to her shoulders since the tips were wet, slightly tousled, and she was sitting on her elbows just staring at him. He was the most beautiful man in the world to her, the greatest specimen and he was all hers. No woman would ever touch him unless they wanted their fingers broken. Jetta smirked at the thought, her eyes glinting wickedly and slid her finger down her toned stomach, across her slit and brought it to her mouth, moaning at the taste, knowing that would drive him insane.

It was driving him insane and the proof was located between his legs, well...more against his stomach at the moment. Mark's green eyes were almost black with lust as he watched her. Seeing her glide that finger between her legs then only to taste it made him growl softly, already tasting her on his tongue. Wondering what else she might do to torment him, he just watched her, his own hand snaking it's way down to his own erogenous zone.

When Jetta seen him do that, the game was over. She sat up and yanked him until he was on top of her, having grown strength during her training. She could lift nearly one hundred and fifty pounds with ease. Paul was big on weight training and pushed her to the breaking point, to where Jetta thought her arms were going to fall off, but it'd been worth it.

"Fuck me." She hissed, running the tip of her tongue along his lips, emanating deep growls from him. "I'm going to make you cum." She stated and flipped him over on his back, using her leg muscles, which were her strongest due to her kickboxing, straddling him and felt his hands plant on her hips.

Not even wasting time, Jetta slid herself against him and felt him fill her, causing her to cry out and laced her fingers with his, not even waiting to adjust to his size. An almost animalistic urge overtook her as Jetta began thrusting her hips back and forth, rolling them. Sliding him in and out of her, Jetta whipped her hair back as it pooled down her back, her nails digging into his chest.

He had no idea where this savageness had come from, but he wasn't going to question it. Insane with lust was a phrase that came to mind, but only briefly. Soon all thoughts except one left his mind. Gripping her fingers, Mark thrust his hips up to meet hers, his feet firmly braced on the bed. Indeed, if he hadn't been holding her hand and she hadn't been clinging to him the way she was, she might have been bucked off of him.

"Come on Jetta, ride me." He snarled, green eyes smoldering. "Harder."

Jetta growled as she began riding him as hard as she possibly could before finally bouncing on and off of his throbbing cock. Her breasts bounced along with her hair, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed throughout the hotel room and her nails ripped down his flesh, leaving red scratch marks, not caring at the moment. She wanted to tear his ass up and was doing just that, feeling his large hands cup her ass while he met her thrust for powerful thrust, holding onto his shoulders as the bout became more intense.

"Oh fuck me...fuck me Mark!"

"You want me to fuck you?" He demanded, voice harsh with passion.

When she cried out yes, Mark pulled her off of him, his cock screaming at him for the interruption and flipped her onto the bed, face first. Grunting, he grabbed a hold of her hips, pulling her onto all fours. He could feel the scratches she had left on him, that only added to his lust though. A low feral, groan escaped him as he bent over her, biting the back of Jetta's neck. With one hand he held onto the headboard and with the other positioned himself at her dripping wet entrance. A second later, he was pistoning in her again.

"Oh yes, yes!" She screamed out, this position forcing her to feel everything tenfold. Her knees dug into the bedding as she gripped the headboard along with him, her hand over his, lacing their fingers together as she moved back against him, feeling him penetrating her at a hard, fast pace. Jetta knew she was going to have bruises in the morning, but she honestly didn't care. She wanted him to fuck her as hard as he possibly could and he was doing just that right now. Just like in Sturgis, though nothing would ever top that night. Absolutely nothing, not even this intense bout. Then again, every time Jetta had sex with Mark it was mind blowing and contagious. She always wanted more, never able to get enough of him. "Oh fuck make me cum Mark! Ohhh god right there! Don't stop..." She panted, her own voice harsh with passion as the ecstasy consumed her.

Upper lip curling into a sneer, Mark reached beneath their thrashing bodies, his finger instantly finding and massaging her clit, knowing with how stimulated her body already was. That would just push her over the edge with the pain and pleasure mixture. "Cum for Jetta!" He ordered harshly, his breathing ragged as he fucked her. "I wanna feel that pussy cumming all over me, darlin'…"

Barely able to breathe and with the combination of his finger massaging her clit while his cock drove in and out of her, Jetta couldn't handle it anymore. "MARK!" She screamed out as loud as her vocal cords would go, straining them, feeling her walls cave in as she completely shattered around him, coating his massive cock with her sweet juices. Beads of sweat formed on her body from the sheer brutality and physicality this bout brought and Jetta felt herself holding on with both hands to the headboard to keep herself up while Mark continued thrusting in and out of her.

He was relentless, determined to make her cum until she was on the verge of passing out, maybe even until she passed out. Sweat glistened on his own body as he kept up the delicious assault, forcing her sensitive body to cum again. It was sheer torture for him, wanting desperately to cum as well, but at the same time wanting to remind her of what she had been missing for the past three months, what THEY had been missing.

Jetta knew exactly what she'd been missing for the past three months, swallowing hard as another strangled cry escaped her lips. She couldn't believe how intense this was, how much he made her cum. He was living up to his earlier statement about making her cum so hard that the world stopped to breathe. She couldn't breathe at the moment herself and finally let one hand go of the headboard, letting it fall limply at her side. She was going to pass out and whipped her head back as another orgasm crashed over her, wondering what the hell it was going to take for Mark to finish this.

"M-M-Mark p-please..." She stammered, her voice hoarse from screaming so much, her entire body slowly giving out, but she was holding on, barely.

"Please what?" He grunted, unable to either form a coherent sentence or gather enough breath to form a complete one. "C'mon darlin', please what?" He was torturing her, he knew it, but it was a beautiful agony for both of them. "Oh fuck!" Tossing his hair back over his shoulder, he slammed into her, knowing he was right there. "JETTA!"

The explosion that erupted inside of her caused Jetta's sore and sensitive walls to cave in once more, losing count by how many times she'd came for him. Jetta's hand slipped from the headboard, her face crashing against the pillow, her body to the bed, coughing as she clutched her heaving chest, eyes closed tightly shut. Every part of her body was screaming at her to stop, that it couldn't take anymore. Every muscle in her body stretched to limits beyond imagination. It took Jetta twenty full minutes to calm down before she could move, feeling Mark spoon against her, his arms wrapping around her body and smiled. She loved the pain he caused her because it was both exquisite and earth shattering at the same time.

Mark's own heart rate was accelerated at the moment, threatening to leap out of his chest at any second. Even once twenty minutes had passed he still could feel small aftershocks occasionally jolting his body. "I love you, Jetta." He murmured, hoping he hadn't hurt her too much. He was aware he had been rough, but then again, she had started it with jumping on him. He almost purred, that was definitely going into his top five list of best nights ever.

"I love you too, Mark." She whispered, turning her head since her body couldn't move at the moment, their lips meeting in a soft gentle kiss. She seen the worry in his eyes and smiled, lacing their fingers together. "I like a little pain, remember?"

She chuckled when he buried his face in her neck and sighed in contentment, snuggling further against him, loving the feeling of his moist, muscular body against hers. This was the love of her life, her first real relationship. For years, Jetta only had one night stands, never giving her heart to any man...until now. She had a feeling she would be with Mark until the day she passed to the next life, which was perfectly fine with her.

"A little pain, yes." He murmured, kissing the side of her throat. Finally, he stretched, his long legs shifting the sheets and sighed. "Hope you didn't want those darlin'." He teased, draping a massive thigh over her legs. "So...are you happy?" He asked after awhile.

That was one thing he definitely wanted her to be. She hadn't been happy before, not often, and it had always torn him in two. After three months though, it felt like they were almost starting over from scratch.

Rolling to where their eyes were locked, Jetta smiled back at him and nodded. "Yes, I'm very happy, especially with you." She felt his lips capture hers in another tender kiss before rolling over on her back, his leg draped fully over hers, arm around her waist and face buried in her neck. "Are you happy?" She asked softly, those emerald gems staring back at her, still not believing she had found him again one year after the passionate night they shared in Sturgis.

"How could I not be?" Mark snorted as if wondering about sanity. How could she ask him that? "You make me happy, Jetta. Even when you're trying to take my head off. This hopefully will never happen because I like it where it's at." He teased, pressing his forehead gently to hers. "I love you. You are my happiness."

Her smile brightened even more at his words as she cupped his face with her hand, running the pad of her thumb across his cheek, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "When I first met you, something told me that the night we shared wouldn't be the last. Maybe that's why I stopped being reckless. Because I knew one day we would cross paths again, which we did. It's hard to explain, you said it perfectly that we were meant to be together. I truly believe that...and you don't have to worry about my temper anymore, Mark. I can control it now and rarely do I fly off the handle."

She wanted to assure him that she wasn't that cold bitch anymore, that she actually learned to adapt to her surroundings and learned when to lose her cool and when to simmer it down. That and she didn't punch walls anymore or cause herself pain when she was angry. Self mutilation was not the answer, one of the first lessons her professor had taught her.

"That's a good thing." Mark said seriously, staring into her cerulean blue eyes, feeling for a moment like he was being drawn into her somehow before blinking. "Damn witch, constantly hexing me." He murmured, tracing her lips. "But we are perfect together. I'd say I'm the sunshine to your clouds, but...I'm not sunny and you're not cloudy." It was a corny joke, but he smiled at it anyway, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Neither am I. We both have light and dark inside of us." Jetta stated and let out a loud yawn, snuggling against him, not even caring about having a pillow or a blanket. As long as she had Mark, that's all she needed. "I know you said you'd fuck me until the sun rose, but after my match and that intense encounter, I'm exhausted." She smiled when he nodded, kissing his lips and closed her eyes as she felt his head rest on her chest, running her fingers through his hair, loving the warmth he brought. She could seriously die a happy woman at this moment and she knew Mark was probably thinking the same thing.

Mark sighed contentedly, burying his face against her, inhaling her scent. Even though they had technically only known each other for a few months, one night stand in Sturgis not withstanding, it was like they had known each other all their lives. The interesting part was they still had barely grazed the surface when it came to each other.