"I feel like marking my territory, so everyone knows who you belong to."
Mark? Before I could process that unusual statement, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric. The first touch against bare skin made me cry out, my head falling back against the door.
"So wet." Hunter's voice was reverent. Awed. "This better all be for me, Grace."
"Yes." I couldn't form more than that single word, not when he was circling my c**t like that.
"Did you get this wet for Max?" His free hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Did he make you ache like this?"
"No." I shook my head frantically. "Only you. Always you."
The admission seemed to snap something in him. He claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss as he slid two fingers inside me, his thumb still working my c**t.
I broke the kiss to gasp
