(LANCE)
The first light of dawn painted the penthouse windows blood-red as I carried Eliona into the master bathroom. The tower was still on lockdown, but for one stolen hour the world outside didn’t exist. I stripped her slowly, peeling away the torn leather cut and skirt until she stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, every bruise, bite mark, and fresh tattoo on full display.
I turned on the rain shower and pulled her under the hot spray with me, pressing her back to my chest. My hands roamed possessively over her body while my c**k, already hard again, slid between her ass cheeks.
“Morning after bruises,” I murmured against her ear, biting down on the fresh mark I’d left on her neck last night. “You wear them so f*****g beautifully.”
I bent her forward, hands braced on the
