Solana's POV
For someone who claimed he didn't want to touch me, Marcel gave it to me rough, leaving me screaming, begging and completely undone. But I loved it, and he knew it.
Now we were both lying on the bed, naked. He was looking at me like I was the most precious thing in the world, while moons and stars danced in my stomach.
"I told you I can handle it." I teased, making him groan. He then leaned in and gave me a kiss on my lips.
This moment felt too perfect. I didn't want it to end. I wish I could just stay here with him forever and forget all our problems— his mother, Gerald, Grayson, Alastor and the rogues.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his voice rough, triggering vivid memories of the time he had me pinned to the bathroom wall and was f*****g the s**t out of me f
