The home gym still smelled of sweat and s*x, the mirrors fogged in places from their heated encounter. Elena remained straddling Marcus on the weight bench, his c**k buried deep inside her as the last pulses of his release filled her. His arms were locked around her waist, holding her flush against him as if afraid she might vanish. The jealousy that had ignited so fiercely earlier that night had burned hot—but Elena’s tender reassurance while riding him had begun to soothe the flames.
Still, it wasn’t fully extinguished. Marcus’s hands trembled slightly against her skin, his breath ragged against her neck. “I know he’s nothing,” he murmured, voice rough. “But hearing you say his name… it makes me want to remind you who you belong to. Completely.”
Elena cupped his face again, kissing him
