(Beverley’s POV)
The next morning arrived too slowly, each minute dragging like it was deliberately torturing me.
I barely slept again. Every time I closed my eyes, vivid, filthy memories flooded my mind without mercy: Marcus’s strong hands roaming possessively over my body, his mouth claiming mine with raw, demanding hunger, the thick, pulsing heat of his c**k in my hand as I stroked him, and the salty, addictive taste of him on my tongue as I swallowed every drop he gave me in the kitchen. My body was restless, aching, and painfully frustrated. My p***y throbbed with a constant, low-level need that no amount of tossing and turning or pressing my thighs together could ease. I wanted him so badly it actually scared me, scared me how quickly I’d gone from guilty, secret fantasies to activ
