The Chosen Mate (4)

"Please, Marcus." She begged. "I need you." His teeth were clenched, his damp forehead rested on hers now as he panted. "Tell me I am your mate. Tell me and I will finish this." "Marcus..." "Tell me!" He slid an inch deeper into her. He was throbbing. "I am yours!" He thrust into her to the hilt. She came at once, her release flooding his cock and he could hold back no longer. He slammed into her twice before she felt him spill inside her. Marcus lay her down gently, felt his heart swell when she curled into his arms, her eyes closing. But her peacefulness was short-lived. As soon as she gained her breath, she pulled away from him, covering herself with a blanket. "Come back here, Elizabeth. We are both tired and I wish for you to sleep in my arms." Marcus said wearily. She glared at him. "I told you not to touch me anymore, Marcus. I meant it." He arched an eyebrow. "I recall that you were begging me to take you only a moment ago." "I wasn't in control." She retorted. "Will you let me