Chapter 4
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Aurora’s scream barely left her lips before Marcus silenced her with his finger, tracing her cheek with deliberate slowness.
His touch was warm, his finger sliding down to rest lightly against her trembling lips. “Shh...” he whispered, his voice deep and hypnotic.
Her chest heaved as her breathing slowed, her fear replaced by something far more disarming.
She stared into his piercing green eyes, the kind of eyes that could burn you alive or leave you begging for their warmth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Her entire world had shrunk to his gaze and the gentle pressure of his finger.
Her heart raced, then slowed, the erratic rhythm of panic giving way to something else.
Her mind flitted to Malakai—the brutal fists, the cruel words, the soulless mating that left her feeling empty.
And now, here she was, under the intense, almost possessive gaze of a man she barely knew, but who made her feel seen for the first time.
Without thinking, Aurora leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and pressed her lips against his. It was clumsy, unpracticed, but desperate. A spark ignited between them, sharp and electric.
Marcus let her take the lead for a moment, savoring her bravery. Then, with a faint smirk, he gently pulled back, his green eyes darkening with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Careful, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know what you’re awakening in me.”
He turned his head, exhaling sharply, as if fighting a war within himself. “I don’t mean to force you into this,” he said softly, his voice almost tender. “But you make it difficult.”
Aurora blinked, snapping back to reality. Embarrassment flooded her as she yanked the duvet around her shoulders, her cheeks flaming. “What was I thinking?” she muttered to herself, her voice shaky. “I must be insane.”
Her gaze dropped to the bed as self-doubt crept in. “An Alpha? A Mafia Lord? He wouldn’t want someone like me. I’m wolfless. Pathetic.” She scolded herself internally, trying to ignore the lingering heat of his touch and the intoxicating memory of his lips.
Marcus stood still, watching her intently. His hand brushed his lips, the faintest of growls escaping him. “I want her,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. The wolf inside him stirred, demanding more, demanding her.
Suddenly, he moved.
In a blink, Marcus was over her, his body caging hers against the mattress. Aurora gasped, her wide eyes locking with his.
The weight of his presence stole the air from her lungs. He leaned closer, his lips a hair's breadth away from hers.
“Marcus…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but it was enough.
Her saying his name broke something in him, or perhaps it unleashed what had been hidden beneath his carefully controlled exterior.
His hand slid to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head back. “Say that again,” he demanded, his voice thick with an edge that was both commanding and sensual. “Say my name, angel. Let me hear it.”
Aurora hesitated, her breath hitching. Her body and mind were at war. She wanted to push him away, to remind herself of Malakai, but then a small voice inside whispered, "When has Malakai ever made you feel like this? Has he ever made you feel loved?"
“Marcus,” she said, her voice trembling but gaining confidence, soft yet sultry.
A wicked smirk played on his lips before he closed the distance between them.
His mouth claimed hers in a kiss so passionate it set her entire body aflame.
There was no hesitation, no second-guessing.
Marcus kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered, his lips firm but coaxing, his movements both dominant and tender.
Aurora gasped against his lips, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue teasing hers.
She had never felt anything like this. With Malakai, kisses were mechanical, void of any emotion. But this? This was fire and desire, a connection that reached down to her very soul.
Her hands moved on their own, tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
Marcus growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her and making her toes curl. His hands roamed her body, mapping her curves with a possessiveness that made her heart race.
For the first time, Aurora understood what it felt like to be wanted—not as an object, but as a woman. She felt her doubts, her fears, melting away under his touch.
Marcus pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. His breathing was heavy, his gaze locked on hers. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, angel,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “No idea at all.”
Aurora’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. “I… I shouldn’t…” she started, but her words faltered as he trailed kisses down her jawline, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck.
“You shouldn’t what?” Marcus asked, his voice a husky whisper against her skin. “Feel this alive? This free?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips continued their slow, torturous descent.
Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. “Marcus…” she whispered again, the name falling from her lips like a plea.
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his green eyes blazing with intensity. “That’s it, angel. Keep saying my name. By the time I’m done with you, it’ll be the only name you’ll ever want to scream.”
He captured her lips again, this time with even more intensity.
The kiss was raw, primal, filled with a hunger that both scared and excited her. His hands slid beneath the duvet, exploring her skin with a reverence that made her shiver.
Aurora clung to him, lost in the storm of emotions he stirred within her. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel weak or insignificant. She felt powerful, cherished, and utterly consumed by the man before her.
Marcus pulled back, his lips hovering over hers as he whispered, “Now, angel, let’s see if I can make you scream my name.”
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