MARCUS
I pound into her at a piston pace, unable to control myself. She's better than anything I ever could have imagined. There is no measure. Nothing could ever compare. This, right here, right now, erases anything that came before her. She is all I see. Her porcelain skin is already turning rosy, her soft lips swollen and reddened from the passion of our kiss.
"You just made me an addict, angel. I'm always going to want more of this, more of you."
Her nails digging into my biceps as I thrust into her felt like a challenge. I want her to leave her mark. I want her to break my skin. I need the pinch of pain and the promise of a scar tomorrow to serve as a reminder that this wasn't a dream. Somehow, I fell asleep and woke up in a reality where she was mine.
I thrust in harder, admiri
