Matilda's POV
A soft hum vibrated in my chest as I slowly woke up. My body still ached from the marking, but the unbearable fever from before had calmed. I no longer felt like I was burning from the inside out, yet there was still something lingering an ache, a need, but not as desperate as before.
I blinked up at the ceiling, my mind hazy. Marco's scent was thick around me, soothing yet stirring something deep inside.
I turned my head slightly and found him beside me, lying on his side, watching me. His golden eyes were sharp, filled with concern, but beneath that, something darker lingered something controlled but ready.
"How are you feeling?" His voice was rough, as if he hadn't spoken in a while.
I swallowed, my throat dry. "Better."
His eyes swept over me, as if checking for any remaining pain. His hand reached out, fingers brushing my cheek. I leaned into his touch instinctively.
"I was worried," he admitted softly.
I smiled weakly. "I survived."
His jaw tightened, and he exhaled heavily, his fingers now tracing my jaw, my throat,lingering where his mark sat. A shiver ran down my spine at his touch.
The bond between us pulsed, sending waves of warmth through me. The pain was gone, but the connection was stronger than ever.
And I still wanted him.
It wasn't the same wild desperation from before. This was something deeper,something certain.
I reached up, my fingers curling around his wrist. "Marco…"
His golden eyes darkened. "Matilda…"
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. "I want to finish it."
My body felt like it was burning, but this time, it wasn't from the fever. It was something else, something deeper. My skin tingled where Marco had touched me, and the bond between us pulsed, demanding more.
I shifted slightly, feeling the ache in my body the need for him. My thighs squeezed together instinctively, but it did nothing to ease the growing pressure.
Marco, who had been holding me close, noticed immediately. His golden eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. "Matilda," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed by my own desperation, but I couldn't ignore the way my body craved his touch. "I feel.strange," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Marco exhaled sharply, his hand brushing over my heated skin. "It's the bond," he explained, his voice thick with need. "Your body is reacting to the mark,it wants to complete what we started."
A shiver ran through me at his words. "I don't know what to do"
Marco smirked, his fingers trailing down my arm, making me shudder. "You don't have to do anything, little mate," he murmured. "Just let me take care of you."
His lips brushed over my temple, his touch both soothing and teasing. But it wasn't enough.
I whimpered slightly, arching into him. "Marco"
His grip on me tightened, his control visibly slipping. "Goddess, you're going to be the death of me," he growled.
His words only made the fire inside me burn hotter. I needed him his touch, his warmth, him.
"Then don't resist," I whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Marco let out a deep, rumbling growl. "You don't know what you're asking for, little mate."
A deep, unbearable heat coiled inside me, twisting through my veins like fire. It wasn't painful, but it was overwhelming an aching need that settled low in my stomach, growing stronger with every second Marco was near.
I squirmed against him, pressing my thighs together in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure, but it only made things worse. My body was restless, every nerve hyperaware of his presence, of the way his strong hands held me, of how his scent wrapped around me like a warm embrace.
Marco exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around my waist as if he was barely holding himself back. "You're restless," he murmured, his golden eyes darkening as they locked onto mine. "You feel it, don't you?"
I swallowed hard, nodding. "I—I don't know what's happening."
His smirk was wicked, predatory. "It's the bond, little one. You're craving me."
The heat in my cheeks burned hotter. My fingers curled into his shirt, desperate for something, anything, to ground me. "Then—then fix it," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
Marco stilled. His entire body went rigid, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver through me.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Tell me exactly what you want."
I sucked in a shaky breath, my body trembling beneath his. The words felt too bold, too raw, but I couldn't deny the way I felt,the way my body needed him.
"I want you," I finally admitted, my voice unsteady. "I want to complete the bond."
A deep growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against me. In a single movement, he shifted, pinning me beneath him, his strong hands caging me in. His heat, his weight, his power surrounded me, sending a fresh wave of arousal through my core.
"You have no idea what you just started," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot on my neck, right over my fresh mark. My body reacted instantly, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as pleasure shot through me.
Marco chuckled darkly. "So sensitive."
His hands traced down my sides, slow and teasing, making my body arch instinctively into his touch. Every brush of his fingers ignited something inside me, something wild and uncontrollable.
"Marco," I whimpered, my voice desperate.
He groaned, his grip tightening as he pressed his forehead against mine. "Goddess, Matilda, you're going to drive me insane."
I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed him now.
And from the way his body trembled against mine, I knew he felt the exact same way.
Marco's hands moved with a mix of patience and possession, his touch sending shivers across my heated skin. He cupped my breast through the thin fabric, his thumb brushing over my sensitive peak, making me gasp.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his golden eyes dark with hunger.
I bit my lip, my face burning as he unclipped my bra with practiced ease. The cool air met my skin just before Marco's warmth replaced it. He leaned down, his lips capturing one of my hardened peaks, his tongue flicking over it in slow, teasing strokes. A sharp gasp escaped me, my fingers gripping his shoulders.
Marco groaned against me, clearly enjoying my reaction. His other hand kneaded my other breast, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, sending tingles down my spine.
"You're so responsive," he said against my skin, his breath fanning over me. "I love it."
I whimpered as he switched sides, his mouth latching onto my other nipple while his fingers traced down my stomach, making my muscles tighten in anticipation.
Every slow kiss, every graze of his teeth had me trembling. He was taking his time, making sure I felt everything.
His lips trailed lower, his hands following, his touch igniting a fire deep in my core.
I swallowed hard, my breath ragged as I met his gaze. His expression was dark, intense, completely focused on me.
"You're mine, Matilda," he murmured against my skin. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
I shivered beneath him, knowing deep down,I never would.
Marco's lips continued their descent, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. My breathing was ragged, my body trembling beneath him as his hands explored every inch of me.
When his lips reached my lower stomach, a rush of anticipation flooded through me. His fingers grazed the waistband of my panties, toying with the delicate fabric. I gasped when he hooked his fingers into them, slowly dragging them down my thighs, his golden eyes never leaving mine.
"You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers traced along my inner thigh, spreading warmth through my entire body. "I love seeing you like this, Matilda,so needy, so ready for me."
I whimpered, my hips shifting slightly, desperate for more. Marco smirked, his touch intentionally slow, teasing.
"You want me to touch you?" he asked, his voice a deep purr.
I bit my lip, nodding shyly.
"Use your words, baby."
A deep blush spread across my cheeks. "Y-yes," I whispered.
Marco's expression darkened with desire. "Good girl."
He pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh before finally giving me what I craved. His fingers slid between my folds, parting them gently as he ran a slow, teasing stroke over my most sensitive spot. A sharp gasp escaped me, my body arching at the sensation.
"Marco," I moaned, my fingers gripping the sheets.
He groaned at the sound of his name from my lips, his movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. His mouth soon followed, his tongue replacing his fingers as he worshiped me with slow, deep strokes.
My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as pleasure crashed over me like waves. Every flick of his tongue, every movement of his fingers had me spiraling higher, my body tightening with an intensity I had never known before.
"Let go, Matilda," he murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my core. "Cum for me."
And with a final, perfectly timed stroke, I shattered my, body writhing beneath him as I cried out his name, pleasure consuming me completely.
Marco didn't stop, drawing out every last tremor until I was left breathless and spent beneath him.
When he finally pulled away, his lips glistening, his golden eyes locked onto mine with raw hunger.
"That was just the beginning," he promised, his voice dark and filled with wicked intent. "Now, I'm going to claim you properly.".
Then he took off his clothes, and Lena was not joking when she said he was big.he saw my frightened eyes,then assured he won't hurt.