Marcus's POV
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently brushed his fingers through her silky soft hair as she slept. She was exquisite, even more so in the flesh. No wonder Deacon had taken a liking to her, she looked like a goddess. A little temptress luring men in with her beauty. Leaning forward, brushing his nose against her neck, he took a big inhale, his eyes rolling back. Sighing a grin back on his face as he sat up, his hand still playing with her hair. Just as he had hoped, she smelled just as good as she looked.
This rare beauty was a delicious find, and now she was his. He was going to enjoy playing with his new toy.
Deacon's POV
"She's gone," Deacon's voice shook with panic as he frantically searched her house.
"Maybe she left to get some space like she said she needed?
