Evelyn's POV
Wet with wild thoughts, I was melting like wax under his touch.
My legs were wide apart to accept him, gently quivering in desperation to be touched.
Marco remained like a god above me. One hand was beside my neck and the other stroked my face. Droplets of water trickled on me from his wet hair.
“Tell me you want me.” He beckoned, his tone was dark with need, possessive.
The urge to put him at ease enveloped me. He wasn't so much of a monster. Marco had that bright light for only those he drew close, Lady Lucia knew her son.
“I don't want you,” I played with his beards, caressing his chin. “I need you.”
Gosh… How did i get here?
Like a crazed beast, he crashed against me, slamming his hip to my thighs. Smoothly slipping in between, he opened me wider, tossing m
