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entire life without sex.
    Her head got heavy, her thoughts started to quiet, and before she knew it, she felt herself drifting off.
    She just wasn't counting on a particular dream to litter her mind as she slept.
    The first thing she noticed was how comfortable she was, completely naked in his bedroom. She was lying on her side, a cranberry colored satin sheet wrapped around her just so that all her private parts were hidden from his view. She was teasing him. She found that she liked doing such a thing. The corners of her lips twitched up as her eyes sparkled at him, her head resting firmly in the palm of her hand, held up by her elbow.
    Marcus Sterling was standing at the left side of the bedroom, completely naked. He was looking at her with dangerous hazel eyes. It was the sort of look that caused an unwanted pulsating in her lower region to pound against her insides and her feminine folds to get increasingly wet. She pressed her lips together in order to hold back a whimper.
    He was probably the most beautiful specimen she had ever laid her blue eyes upon. He was tall, as she had already known, but seeing him tower over her even now just further proved the height discrepancy between the two. His eyes burned through hers, and she could read utter desire for her flaming through them. His mouth was in a determined line, as though he was trying to figure out what he should do now. His shoulders, as she had imagined, were incredibly broad, encompassed by the muscle that rang true throughout the majority of his toned body. Even in his human form, he was a beast. And for whatever reason, it caused her to become even wetter than she already was.
    Bridgette wanted to be lost in ecstasy with him on top of her, her fragile body underneath his strong one, losing any sense of right, wrong, up, down, here, and there. She didn't want to think about anything or anyone else; she needed him inside of her at that very moment or else she thought she would go absolutely insane.
    She never felt as desperate for something in her life as she did then. It was insatiable; she craved him. She probably looked like an utter fool, but she didn't care. Not when she wanted it so badly.
    He started to slowly pad toward the bed, and Bridgette hoped that the eagerness didn't shine too brightly in her eyes. He said nothing, but he maintained a firm eye contact with her. When he finally reached the piece of furniture, he hoisted himself up and placed himself so he was over her body without yet touching it. She looked up at him, her eyes misted by lust she was currently feeling. For a moment, the two simply stared at each other, reading eyes as best as they could.
    Afterwards, Marcus reached up and gently brushed fiery tendrils away from her shoulder so he could get a clear view of the graceful curve of her neck. His callused fingertips caressed the mark he left on her, and the edges of his lips turned up, obviously pleased at how it looked on her. He was territorial bastard and he knew it.
    Silence still filled the atmosphere when Marcus looked back into Bridgette's eyes before dropping his hand until his fingers became surrounded in silk. He didn't even notice, pushing the blanket away as though it was unnecessary and annoying which, of course, it was.
    He had to see her.
    When the blankets slid off of her body, Marcus did absolutely nothing but stare at what she had to offer for a long moment. He didn't touch her or speak, but he smelled her arousal for him, and it caused him to harden. Biting back a growl, he reached out and coiled his arm around her waist, bringing the lower half of her body so it connected with his. With a guttural grunt, he thrust inside of her.
    Bridgette immediately wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his body towards her so his sturdy chest came in contact with her silky, erect breasts. Her breathing hitched upon his forcible entrance, and her head tilted back slightly, allowing her conscious to lose itself in the pleasure of him