Marek’s POV
The air in the room was thick, heavy with sweat and the raw scent of c*m.
My chest heaved against the sheets, sticky with my own release, and every muscle in my body still trembled from the orgasm he’d ripped out of me with nothing but his fingers and that wicked mouth. I could feel the wet slide of his spit and the lube cooling between my thighs, the way my hole fluttered, empty and aching, desperate to be filled again.
Nolan’s weight settled over my back, hot and immovable. His teeth sank into the curve where my neck met my shoulder, hard enough that I knew it would bruise purple tomorrow. I cried out, muffled against the pillow, and he soothed the bite with a slow lick like he was claiming territory.
“Listen to yourself,” he murmured, voice rough and satisfied. “Came so
