Chapter 2 MY HUSBAND

FELICIA's P O V

Oh… hell no! Not him! Anyone but him!

It's hard for me to realize that Marcus was now married to me. All I could think about was how he picked on me when we were in school together.

Now, I was already at a high level of anxiousness. To an extreme degree. But it shot off like a rocket the moment that realization dawned on me.

And not just like a rocket that blasted off into the cosmos; it was more like a rocket that collided with a meteor, detonated, and sent the shattered fragments hurtling down into the atmosphere to obliterate the entire planet.

I was completely mistaken in my assumption that the worst thing that could happen to me today would be to have a kid sleeping in the bed next to me and called me mom.

When I found out that the person who had bullied me throughout high school was now my husband, to say that I felt panicked would be an understatement.

I was unaware that Marcus had handed Kenny off to the servant and then closed the door to the room before starting his approach to me.

‘‘Hi, baby…’’ he greeted me as he lifted my chin with his finger and looked directly into my eyes.

Damn! In the year that had passed since we'd last seen each other, I was surprised to see how much he'd grown. He has always had a muscular build, but now he appears to be quite buff.

Of course! Ten years have passed since then!

‘‘Is there any problem…?’’ He spoke to me in a low, raspy tone, and as he looked at me, his ice-blue eyes became more intense.

I blinked. What was this? Was he actually being nice?

Of course! He's my husband now!

In addition, he appeared to be under the influence of alcohol, which added to my confusion because I was sure that I had never seen him in this state before.

Marcus Blakely. Everyone loved him. Everyone but me, who he terrorized all throughout our entire time together in high school.

One of my last memories of him was kicking the back of my desk in Algebra class just to be a jerk. That was nothing in comparison to the day that he stuck gum in my hair on the way home in the school bus. Or when he stabbed my hand with his pen. I still had a scar from that event.

But when I looked down on the back of my palm, I saw nothing.

Marcus pressed me against the bed before I could say anything, which caused my eyes to get extremely wide.

‘‘Marcus…’’ my chest heaved up and down as he pulled me into his embrace. I gripped his arms when he pushed me against the bed again.

When I turned my head to look at his face, I was greeted by an expression of restlessness. He was conflicted... and I could detect a sense of loss in his expression.

And before I had the chance to ask him a question, he grabbed my nape and came dangerously close to slamming his lips into mine.

However, I cocked my head to the side, and his lips landed on my neck instead. I am unable to give him permission to kiss me on the lips because I find that act to be too intimate.

A kissed on the lips, felt as though we were communicating our love and attachment, as well as our trust and our promise to look after one another.

I had the preconceived notion that kissing was not the same as having sexual relations. It can only take place between two people who are deeply connected and love one another.

I was completely at a loss for what to do. I was at a loss for words regarding my response. I should push him away... but my mind kept telling me that since he's now my husband, I ought to behave in a manner that is appropriate for a wife to do.

As a result... I went ahead and closed my eyes, giving him permission to kiss my jaw, down to my collarbone, and up to my neck as my hands were clutching the shirt on his back.

I was unaware that my nightgown had already been ripped off of me, nor did I understand that he was kissing every inch of my body at that point.

Because of what he was doing to me, I was going crazy and I could feel the raging passion and desire that he was trying to suppress getting out of control.

When he started to move away from me, I let out a moan of protest, which made him grin. He removed his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscular body, and God, he has abs for miles. He looked so cut that I could probably wash a shirt on his body. My hands instinctively reached out to touch his six-pack abs as soon as he got back on top of me.

‘‘Marcus...’’ I warned him, faltering a bit since a part of me understood that it was impossible for him to come to a halt at this point.

He moaned as he continued to lean forward and ran his tongue up the side of my neck while simultaneously resting his hand on the back of my waist to draw me closer to him.

His other hand was now playing with my dampness, and he stroked his fingers all over it till I was so overcome with suffocation that I could hardly breathe.

As I felt my juices beginning to sink into his fingertips, I parted my lips slightly. My body was so sensitive to his touch. I realized that he’s experiencing the same thing because I could feel the hard bulk on my stomach.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed his head onto me when he began sucking my neck. In the meantime, the other hand I was using was attempting to reach the bulk that was bearing down on me like a boulder.

‘‘Fuck!’’ He muttered an expletive as he felt my fingers tighten their grip on his already firm member. Because it was so stiff and hot in my grasp, it caused heat to spread throughout every part of my body.

Without warning, Marcus flipped my body around and I was pressed against the soft bed. I placed my hands at both sides of my head and gripped the pillow tightly.

‘‘Felicia...’’ he whimpered as he entered me from behind.

I bit the inside of my lower lip to keep a muffled scream from coming out, which was very close to happening.

Marcus positioned his hands on my hips and began to find his rhythm in a way that was deliberate but profound.

I arched slightly to allow Marcus to knead my breasts after his hands crept underneath me and into the space between them. While he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, I was having a terrible time stifling the groans that were coming out of my mouth.

‘‘It’s okay, baby…’’ he whispered into my ear. ‘‘Just moan for my name…’’

I rested my cheek against the pillow, my eyelids immediately closed tightly, and every time Marcus thrust into me, I was pushed forward, but his pace was slow, and he always pulled out completely before entering me again, making sure that I took every inch of him.

‘‘Felicia…’’ his voice was shaking as he whispered my name, his hand moved to rub my clit, and I felt like my body was about to explode. My thoughts were all over the place, and I'm at a loss for anything else to say.

‘‘Don’t---’’ my words were cut short due to the extreme pleasure he was giving me.

‘‘If you do that---’’ a soft cry left my lips. ‘‘I…I don’t think that I can hold---’’ I bit my lip again, trying to suppress the sound coming out of my mouth. But it’s just so hard to do so with what he’s doing to my body.

‘‘It’s alright, baby…’’ Marcus spoke through gritted teeth. He detached his hand from my core, only to grab my hair and pulled it back, shocking me. ‘‘I don’t think that I can hold back either…’’

I was startled when he crashed into me and immediately began pounding me with great force. His other hand was covering my mouth and putting pressure on it. My whimpers and shouts were muffled.

My whole body shook and my eyes started to water because of his rough pounding. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came hard in an instant while Marcus kept hammering his thick member into me.

‘‘Felicia…’’ he chanted under his breath.

After giving me a few more thrusts, he shot his seeds inside of me and then pressed his sweaty forehead on my nape.

Although we’re still working to come down from our high, it is impossible for us to exert any control over our breathing at this point. The sound of our ragged breath has filled the air around us.

Marcus maintained his position and continued to cuddle me, wrapping his arms around my back as he supported me in this embrace. After giving my neck a sweet kiss, I closed my eyes because I felt like I had nothing left in me.