Chapter 170: A Secret
Rebecca
I wake with my head buried in a pillow that smells like both of us, like sweat, and salt, and something for which there is no polite name. The sun is barely up, but even through my eyelids I see the pale light coming through the curtain.
My body is still achy from hours of love making last night. I stretch, and his arm tightens reflexively around my waist, drawing me backward into the heat of him.
In the same moment, his hand slides down, palm flat against my belly as if staking a claim, then further to cup me between the legs. He moves his fingers with a goddamn surgeon’s patience, parting me with the barest pressure, thumb already finding the secret part of me that wants him most.
A jolt of disbelieving pleasure cuts through the fog of sleep. I am still slick and open from the night before.
I bite the pillow, trying not to give him satisfaction, but the sound that comes out is a traitor to my intent. He laughs quietly, breath stirring the hair at the base of my neck, and whispers, "I missed you all night. Every time you stopped touching me, I woke up."
He pushes his thigh between mine and rocks me against it. I whimper. "Marcus...I am sore," I manage, but my voice is already giving up.
"I can’t let you rest if you keep making that noise," he murmurs, tracing soft concentric circles on my clit.
He teases me to the edge and then stops, just to watch me beg. He is infuriating, and I love him for it, or maybe despite it.
When he finally lets me come, it is so violent that I nearly black out, leaving me trembling and gasping in the aftermath.
"Last time. I promise," he says and positions himself at my entrance.